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Short Story: Justice is Tangled
Project type
Short story/ Fiction
Date
2023
A little context...
This is an entry for a short story exhibition following the brief to write a one woman storyline.
Chapter One: The Escape
The desert stretched out before me, a vast expanse of golden sand under the blazing sun. Behind me, the city loomed like a distant memory, a place of shadows and secrets I was desperate to leave behind. As I pressed my foot against the accelerator, the roar of the engine drowned out the whispers of doubt that plagued my mind.
I'm Alex. Or at least, that's the name I go by now. Names are like masks, easily discarded and replaced when the need arises. It's been years since I've answered to my real name, the one that belonged to the person I used to be before everything fell apart.
I used to be a criminal defense lawyer, one of the best in the business. I defended murderers, thieves, and con artists, spinning lies and half-truths to keep them out of prison. Some called me a hero, others saw me as nothing more than a mercenary of the law. But deep down, I knew the truth—I was a predator, preying on the weaknesses of the system to get what I wanted.
It all came crashing down the day I lost the one case I thought was foolproof. My client, a wealthy businessman accused of embezzlement, was found guilty despite my best efforts. In a fit of rage and desperation, he pinned the blame on me, accusing me of tampering with evidence and sabotaging his defense.
The fallout was swift and brutal. I was disbarred, stripped of my license to practice law, and left with nothing but my shattered reputation and a burning desire for revenge. So I did what any cornered animal would do—I ran.
Now, as I hurtle down the empty highway, I can't help but reflect on the events that led me here. Was I really the victim of a cruel twist of fate, or was I the architect of my own downfall? The lines between right and wrong blur in the harsh desert sun, and I'm left grappling with the truth of who I am—a question that may never have a clear answer.
But one thing is certain: I won't stop until I've found the redemption I seek, even if it means tearing down everything in my path. The road stretches out before me like a promise of freedom, and I'll be damned if I let anyone stand in my way...
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