Vanity. Ares

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I were death incarnate - a frozen expressionless
face like he had been caught in the midst of an
orgasm. This expressionlessness was upsetting at
the time. I wanted passion, I wanted valour, I got
jaded, but I tried to maintain that the show had to
go on. The very air of the room felt like it was full
of helium; the verdict eagerly anticipated by all in
attendance . My time would soon come. There was
still quite a lot of chattering, whilst papers were
handed out between the judge and the clerk and
then between the clerk and Cesare.
When Cesare retrieved the papers from the
clerk he gave me a look while he was walking back
his seat; a momentary raising of his eyebrow’s;
which I interpreted as the type one would give to
an acquaintance seen on the high street; all gentle
and quaint. I said, “Hello.” then turned my head
and noticed a blonde man seated amongst those
in the public seating area - The man must have
dropped his purple wallet as it sat on the floor
next to his foot. I said: “Excuse me, you’ve
dropped your wallet.” and the blonde man picked
it up and then replied: “Thanks…It would have
been terrible if I had lost this!” I then said with a
smile: “No, you wouldn’t want that!” I sensed he
felt our interaction had moved into a
conversation, perhaps of the level of a polite chitchat,
I mused; because his head leant back after
he briefly laughed at my words, as if he wondered
whether he was correctly acting in a scene - our
scene of life within the courtroom's proceedings. I
was going to say something more to the blonde
man, but decided against doing so because it
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