Consequences
Jun 23rd, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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My fate had been decided and I’m not sorry. The hunger in the pit of my stomach was more important than the consequences. When I barreled my fist into the man’s face and he fell to the ground motionless, I took the bread with my sore, bloody knuckles and ran. Within a day, the sheriff apprehended me.
I’m trapped in a cold, dank, cage, with crawling rats as my friends. I’ve heard other prisoners declaring innocence and then silence.
The sheriff led me outside to a chanting crowd, hands tied tightly behind me, to the noose that awaits my neck.
From Guest Contributor Lisa Scuderi-Burkimsher
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