My Execution

This is a short piece I wrote when I wasn’t in a good mood… On the other hand, it suits the general October spookiness quite well.

You’ve been warned.

Today I will be executed for my crimes.

The guard banged his truncheon on the bars, and I obediently kneeled at the back of the cell. His mate pushed the key into the lock, twisted it, and opened the door. The first guard, Harry, put a tray on the floor. “Your chateaubriand and reserve vintage Bordeaux, sire,” he said, before pushing the tray...