My Final Disgrace

Alone inside a darkened room. Silently, I await my doom. My heart-beat echoes in my brain. Slowly driving me insane. I hear another sound approach. Foot-steps coming very close. A man in black appears nearby. “Now is the time, are you ready to die?” He stares at me, his face set grim. He bends with the shackles and locks my feet in. We leave the cell, my very last vow. More guards follow as we walk down the aisle. At the end of the hall, we enter the place. Which holds the method of my final disgrace. The guillotine and basket, I can’t bare to see. So, I lower my eyes as the guards lead me. One tells me to kneel, and I reply with “yes.” “Son, I have come to let you confess.” “Father,” I whisper, “God knows my sins. This is where they now must end.” The priest looks grieved, but takes my hand. “May God have mercy on this young man.” I see the people, just a little afraid. I hear the noise as the blade is raised. The blade comes down with an angry zip. I feel the cold as my neck is ripped. Then the drop of my head into the baskets hole. And the core of my body releases my soul. Written: November 11, 1998