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A pale yellow and green butterfly flitted past her hair and landed on a daffodil.
She regarded it and immediately it transported her back to her childhood when she
lived on a farm with her parents raising cattle and horses. The noise of the traffic
was drowned out by the memory of her father teaching her how to ride a horse
while her mother baked bread in an oven heated by burning wood.
Laughter now as the horse got faster led by her father running around the coral.
The sun shone warm and strongly as her blonde braids bounced up and down in
time with the horses trot. Montana, her home. Many years ago now. A different
era altogether. Here she was now, aged 32 and her parents long since dead.
Gone was the mass of blonde curls. Now her hair was long and straight and
business black. No more the pretty dress either. Now she wore a dark grey
don't mess with me business suit. Short jacket and a pencil skirt with a white
blouse. No jewels did she wear and the bare minimum of make up.
On her feet black uncomfortable looking shoes with 3 inch stiletto heels.
We have to go now, her colleague said, touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The judge is waiting. The green of the park gave way to ugly tall grey buildings
that blocked the sunlight. The noise of her shoes accompanied the soft shuffle
of her colleagues loafers. Esther Kelly prepared herself for the coming case.
Blake Thornton and Kelly, of which she was the junior partner was a law firm
in Boston for 22 years and had a fierce reputation. Kelly herself, despite only
being a partner for the last 5 years had taken 494 cases and had only lost 8.
Now her legal skills would be called upon again, this time to defend a millionaire
surgeon facing a malpractice suit.
( More later...........if desired )
She regarded it and immediately it transported her back to her childhood when she
lived on a farm with her parents raising cattle and horses. The noise of the traffic
was drowned out by the memory of her father teaching her how to ride a horse
while her mother baked bread in an oven heated by burning wood.
Laughter now as the horse got faster led by her father running around the coral.
The sun shone warm and strongly as her blonde braids bounced up and down in
time with the horses trot. Montana, her home. Many years ago now. A different
era altogether. Here she was now, aged 32 and her parents long since dead.
Gone was the mass of blonde curls. Now her hair was long and straight and
business black. No more the pretty dress either. Now she wore a dark grey
don't mess with me business suit. Short jacket and a pencil skirt with a white
blouse. No jewels did she wear and the bare minimum of make up.
On her feet black uncomfortable looking shoes with 3 inch stiletto heels.
We have to go now, her colleague said, touching her lightly on the shoulder.
The judge is waiting. The green of the park gave way to ugly tall grey buildings
that blocked the sunlight. The noise of her shoes accompanied the soft shuffle
of her colleagues loafers. Esther Kelly prepared herself for the coming case.
Blake Thornton and Kelly, of which she was the junior partner was a law firm
in Boston for 22 years and had a fierce reputation. Kelly herself, despite only
being a partner for the last 5 years had taken 494 cases and had only lost 8.
Now her legal skills would be called upon again, this time to defend a millionaire
surgeon facing a malpractice suit.
( More later...........if desired )