The Court Room

The 25th of April was like any other; wet, foggy and the north east wind was painfully cold. The clouds were dark and pregnant and the skies were threatening to pour. Something caught my eye which would seem quite usual to some but was strange to me in ways I could not express at the point in time. A lady dressed in a grey cotton jacket with a multicoloured scarf wrapped loosely and roughly around her neck was walking towards the court. She wore black boots that had seen better years and carried a navy blue bag that was the size of a desktop. She was very lean with her golden-brown hair uncombed and her face was weary and worn. I saw the two little cuties, I would call them, clutching onto her like leeches. They were both dressed in a similar flowery dress, one wore her hair short while the other wore it down her back. They both wore little pink boots and I thought they were twins because they looked so alike except that one was taller than the other and the difference in their hair. The children looked fearful but with a hint of curiosity in their facial expression. They hung unto their mum quite loosely now as if they had been reassured by the white walls of the court that it wasn't such a tyrant after all like the impression which the big over arching building had given them when they were walking towards it.

They walked into one of the court rooms at exactly nine o'clock and just as they left the door to close behind them a clean shaven man probably in his early forties with a black suit that was without seam woven from top to bottom and a matching trouser, walked with an air of over- confidence with his shoulders high was just in time to stop the door from closing behind the lady and her two daughters.

When the gentle man entered and the lady glanced back their eyes met with an uneasy look and I certainly knew that this was going to be a heated case on this cold morning. The man's lawyer looked just as proud as he was while the lady's lawyer was by this time discussing with the daughters. The judge entered the court room from his chambers and the two little cuties were spilling out onto the aisle in other to see the judge as the taller men in front were blocking their view. The court judge was Lord Denning, an old looking man whose face was expressionless but for a hint of erm.anger or so I interpreted it to be. He looked like he was drowning in his black gown and it gave him an air of a priest presiding over a funeral mass. He was known for his uprightness, objectivity and just decisions.

When the case number 768 eves v eves was called, I thought it was just another random case but to my utter astonishment, this interesting lady and the clean shaven guy stepped forward with their respective lawyers and the obvious question was; are these two married? There was no time to entertain my questions. I listened intently to the arguments posed by both lawyers and their statements answered my very first dilemma of why the lady was so interesting to me. This case taught me that man's cruelty is limitless. The ingenuity of man to swindle another in ways that have never been heard of was shocking. I wondered how Mr eves could leave his two little innocent children to marry another woman, the thought made my walls gabble and the chairs rattled subtly in order not to disturb the proceedings of the court. I was very surprised when Mr eves conceded to the fact that he fell back on arrears with the payment of his maintenance. Was his failure out of a genuine lack of money which I thought was very unlikely as he looked as though he could feed a whole town with his wealth or was it because of sheer wickedness that he did so?

The judge once again rose to the challenge and delivered a just decision with such ingenuity that no judge sitting in this courtroom has ever portrayed. He gave Mrs eves who I felt sorry for at this time a share of the property and refused to let Mr eves profit from the common law strict rules.

After he finished relaying his decision to the court, I felt like hugging him and kicking Mr eves in the butt to outer space because I believed that he did not belong with humans with such a dispassionate character as his. Although I was a little satisfied with the look of astonishment and dismay on his face and that of his lawyer. And I said to myself, 'The court is indeed the upholder of justice' and I am proud to be a court room.