Epiphany

Razor Sharp.

In their Clarence Darrow clothes.

Guilty was their game.

Turn and Fire on the Count of One.

Did you do it?

No.

Are you certain?

No.

Darkness at dawn.

The cell is as hot as the Devil’s Coat.

Down the hall.

Old Sparky.

Licking his chops.

Hissing.

Throbbing with Juice.

Did you do it?

Yes.

Are you certain.

Yes.

I roll up my mattress.

Wait for the tray.

Eggs.

In the shape of a noose.

A turd on the edge of the plate.

First published by Synchronized Chaos