I wrote this short story based on a photo prompt from VisDare 32: Undecided
“I told you to let me handle this,” I hissed.
“You need me,” I replied.
I snapped back angrily, “You promised me you wouldn’t interfere again. They’ll think we’re mad.”
“Too late,” I replied with a derisive laugh.
The courtroom was silent as I argued with my malignant alter ego. Realizing my mistake, I looked over to the judge through the water glass on the edge of his bench. Perched above me, he appeared to be split in half, just as I must have appeared, and sounded, to him.
I scanned the courtroom, studied the puzzled jurors and shocked spectators in the gallery. Their eyes judged and pitied.
Uncomfortable in the witness stand, I fidgeted, plucked imaginary lint from my suit jacket and recited to the expectant court officer, “We both promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”