Ficlets

Mic settled into his luxury front row seat. He watched as Bill Cosby stepped out into the coliseum clearing and addresed the crowd.
” Welcome, one and all, to the Judgement Show!” cheers arupted from the crowd, and Mic rose with his fellow patrons.
“Today we have a special show for you! We will be pulling criminals out of the audience!” Mic was amazed, could they do that? Oh, well, he was safe in the stands.
“Folks, lets see which crowd-memeber is a criminal!” Mic watched as a powerful light beam spun around searching the crowd. Then it stopped… On him.
“What the-?!?” he shouted, the crowd turned on him ripping at his shirt and flipping him over the coliseum wall. He landed hard on the dirt ground beneath him, coughing he stood up. Bill Cosby stood over him with penetrating eyes.
“What did I do?!?” Mic snapped angrily.
“Oh, playing dumb with us are you. You used counterfeit tickets to get your seats.. Tsk Tsk, somebody chose the wrong place to brek the law.”