Tuesday, 2 August 2011


There was to be an execution that day.

The hooded figure tightened the noose one last time and stepped back. The crowd was as still as the marble in a crypt as he pulled the lever. The trapdoor opened and the body lurched down into the gap.

The silent crowd strained as one to grasp the final gasps of the prisoner. What they heard was a solitary voice from the edge of the square: "How's it hanging?"

There were two executions that day.

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