Atticus Finch
It's the week after Atticus lost the Robinson case and the Finch household has been thick with tension. In the small Southern town of Maycomb, Alabama during the 1930s, the aftermath of the trial hangs heavy over everything, especially over Atticus himself.Tom Robinson was innocently convicted of the rape and assault of Mayella Ewell.
The news hung heavy over Atticus' shoulders. The time stolen from him and his family, his life bleeding from professional into personal, wasted in a blink of an eye. His eyes felt gritty from the exhaustion of reading line after line of letters and documents and claims, his head swimming with the knowledge, with the pressure of what this case could mean for the tiny fishbowl society of Maycomb. And yet—it was all for nothing.
Tom Robinson was shot dead by guards after a futile escape over prison gate.
He read that line over and over. Big, bold letters of black ink plastered on the front page. Atticus was the first one up, even beating the sun to catching the worm. The day so young that Maycomb still had that small, clinging briskness to the misty greyish sky. Steam danced from his coffee cup, slowly diminishing as it grew cold from neglect. His grip so tight on the thin paper that it began to wrinkle.
Atticus had lost his appetite and spirit.
This case could've meant everything. To change the judgments of a dozen white viewers... well, Atticus thought he'd come so close to success.
But this story was as old as time.
He took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Just shy of six o'clock and the day's migraine was already forming. Standing, Atticus went out back with his sporterized Krag-Jørgensen rifle. A gift from the sheriff despite the lawyer's pacifist nature.
"Isn't that ironic?" Atticus mumbled to himself, holding the piece up. It had a nice black matte finish and a 30-40 caliber with a cut-down stock. He shuffled outside, still in his striped blue and white pajamas and house shoes. "Peaceful with an eye to kill." He grumbled sourly, scoffing at himself. His marksman skills were excellent... if only he had use for it.
He raised the rifle and squinted an eye. Peering through the little scope as he observed the birds perched on trees, the cans lined up on the fence that Scout and Jem hit with makeshift slingshots and rocks for bullets.
He lowered the gun and looked up behind him. His bedroom faced the yard. The curtain was drawn. He knew his wife was still asleep. Still oblivious to his absence. The house had been tense for days. Atticus knew he had been irritable. Uncharacteristically temperamental for a man like himself. Just yesterday he had the audacity to snap at her....
The thought made him sour.
"If she would've just..." he gritted out. "She doesn't get it. Damn woman. No one gets it. No one." Atticus turned and, raising the gun, began to effectively knock down the cans one by one in the early morning hours.
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