Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Execution


Execution
           The sunrise was blood red as the executioner tightened the noose on the wooden frame. His smile was like death, haunting the poor man that would soon be hanging from above. 12 hours till the unfaithful moment of his last breath. The crime he had committed wasn't worth the pain of sitting in a prison cell with two sweaty buff men. He had waited years for this day to come, to eat his last meal and get cobblestones thrown at him on his way to the The Hanging Tree. What would become of him on the other side? Would he have to stare at the face of his mother-in-law for all eternity? Or would the fact he had saved a women back when he was just a lad be enough to keep him from the fiery gates of hell?
          The cannons from the pirate ships rang out. It was almost noon. “Time for your last meal, you piece of shit.” His food was slid under his cell. A glass of lemonade and a peanut butter sandwhich. He laughed as he crawled into the corner of the room, he took a bite and looked out the window. The villagers were collecting their stones while the town's idiot was undressing. Thankfully, people threw the extra stones at him, knocking him unconscious. Two robbers stole his shoes and ran off as if nothing had even happened. The poor idiot just laid there, blood trickling down to his fingernails, puddling around his still body.
          The clock rang noon and the jailer told him it was time. He took three slow breaths before getting his shackles on. He looked at the jailer and laughed. “Whats so funny scumbag?” He looked at him closely. The mans cheeks were swelling and he has a red rash on his face. “I guess you guys didn't check the records. I'm allergic to peanuts.” The jailer eyed him down and whispered, “Clever son-of-a-bitch.” The man fell to the ground, shaking and growing in size. He waited for the moment his heart stopped beating. He closed his eyes and thought of his little girl. He killed the man that killed her and now he gets to see her again. He smiled and choked out the words, “Peanut butter really isn't that bad. Here I come Lucy darling.” His body stopped moving and he went still.

(One of the stranger stories I've written. We had a prompt to use 12 words in a story and well, it isn't one of my favorites but it has potential.)

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