The two judges stood
at the back of the dark hall. The stage was brightly lit. The kids stood
silently. Most looked on the verge of tears but too scared to cry. Some tried
to look brave. All were just kids, cute kids.
“Why are there girls?”
the lean judge asked.
“They thought we
might want to check them out,” the chubby one said. “Idiots…”
“Can’t really fault
them,” the other muttered, “the kids we chose so far could be a son or a daughter.”
“So, which one…how
about that one on the far left…the one trying to hide?”
“Good choice.”
“So, what’s the
scene? Can’t use the beach or bombed buildings…”
“This time let’s pick
two.”
“Wouldn’t that be
overkill?”
“Let one behead the
other. How about that big guy there…?”
“He looks too sweet.”
“Make him wear a
mask.”
“Hmmm…that should
touch a heart or two…”
“What their kids do
to ours…”
