‘A fair man will provide ye with justice. That’s what ‘appens in this town. Once, a fair ways back now I’m talking lad; you might have got a trial. Aye, such a thing existed. Before.’
‘There were loads a’other things before Change. Before there were these big houses called a pri-son. You went there, when you’d done bad things t’others. Also, the Judge wore a big white wig. Daft paraphernalias for a man of justice. I tells you. Before we thought we were civilised. What crap were that.’
‘Well lad; my number’s been called. I’ll see you on t’other side.’
©DJA 2018
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 