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October 16, 2007

Jeff R.: After the Trial

It was the witching hour, and it was guilty as hell.

The jury barely bothered to deliberate, and the judge read down the sentence with relish. That left things to the executioner, who was, for once, at a loss.

He'd carried out death sentences on people before: beheadings, hangings, electrocutions, injections. He'd put down mad dogs and killer horses and rogue elephants. No ordinary executioner, he'd carried out final sentences on ideas and trends, like Disco and men's hats, the Edsel and phlogiston and communnism. But how could he execute a span of time?

The clocks began to chime thirteen.

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Comments

Witty!

Posted by: Eric at October 16, 2007 12:37 PM · Permalink

I would love to see you expand on this. Stories about this executioner would be fascinating.

Posted by: michele at October 16, 2007 4:25 PM · Permalink