As is my usual practice with Friday Fictioneers, I dispense with the first inspiration that springs to mind, on the basis that everyone will have the same idea. So if no-one does a ‘ladies of the night’ theme I shall be extremely annoyed. 🙂
Thanks again to our gracious host for her weekly ministrations as we grow in numbers each week. And she manages to comment on just about every one. Well done, Rochelle.
Expediency probably – a prisoner might secure his freedom by the pitching of the tumbrel.
Cheers or jeers? No matter.
I watch him climb the steps, kneel, and for a moment his eyes hold mine.
A clang… it is done.
Thirteen seconds they say; not instantaneous, not painless, but what care they, these savages whose ‘liberty’ frees them to murder without pause or justification?
A widow for the briefest time, I stumble up the steps … a hand steadies with a last act of kindness.
The blade shrieks.
My eyes swivel to watch them blanch as I slowly smile… eleven, twelve, thirteen…