Evidence

It’s so much easier to examine the evidence for what the effect of climate change or capitalism or any other issue for another country than it is for our own country. When it comes to our own country we have opinions, not evidence. The same is true for personal life. We can see the evidence of someone else’s behavior so much more clearly than we can for our own behavior. The human mind is flawed, but why?

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “evidence.”

If you are a fan of Sue Grafton’s alphabet novels, you may have noticed that the prompts this week came from the first 5 titles of her books. She’s up to X now and I’m looking forward to her next book. She’s a master of her genre.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “Evidence”

  1. Evidence is difficult to obtain sometimes, but it is the answer to an alibi. It took an enormous of investigative work to develop the evidence needed to refute his alibi. The investigators achieved their goal; they developed enough strong evidence to show his alibi was not credible. He finally confessed.

  2. Evidence is difficult to obtain sometimes, but it is the answer to an alibi. It took a lot of investigative work to develop the evidence needed to refute his alibi. The investigators achieved their goal; they developed enough strong evidence to show his alibi was not credible. He finally confessed.

  3. She glared at him from across the table, the single lightbulb above throwing gray shadows over her dark blue eyes. “You have no evidence to support your claim,” she snapped.

    Wordlessly, he reached for the manila envelope lying on the table. He withdrew from it a small stack of papers and two 8 x 11 black and white photographs. Pushing them over to her, he simply said, “Look at this.”

    She glared at him, but rifled through the stack. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, astonished.

    He raised his eyebrows. “Is that enough evidence for you?”

  4. The evidence was planted to incriminate Kyle, and he was the only one that knew it because no one else believed him. He sat in the squalid cell after his interrogation with his head in his hands waiting for his lawyer to show up.

    All he could think about was the inhumanity of being treated like a criminal, especially when the crime had not been commited by him. He loved Alicia. He would never have taken her life in such a violent way. The last thing he remembered was being knocked out and waking up next to Alicia’s body splayed in the living room, a gun next to his hand…

  5. The door was half open, and a stream of the sickly yellow light fell into the corridor.She immediately knew, something was wrong. Two reasons, first, the door was open; second, the “pariah” bulb was on instead of the usual cheerful tube light.
    She called out his name.
    “That’s right !! When in trouble , call him”, her own mind chided her.
    A dining chair was lying upturned in her path, the table cloth was askew, a faint whiff of an unfamiliar cologne,and another odor she was dreading to name.
    The bedroom window had been thrown open, forced rather, chipping off a piece from the walls, the curtains dancing wildly in the unrestrained breeze.
    “What the”, She leaned forward to shut the window, and crunched on broken glass.
    A limpid , large pool of dark blood ,shimmered in the evening sun , on the floor, there were bloody smudges everywhere.

    “That was the last thing I saw before , I passed out,officer.”
    “Definite evidence of a struggle, and a crime, ” the cop spoke impassively into his walkie-talkie.

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