Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow will never come. All we have is today. The present. Or as they would say, a gift. If I had yesterday to do over, I’d behave differently. Be kinder, less judgemental. Wouldn’t wear a black cap, that’s for sure.
I look up as the cell door is unlocked, put my diary down on the cold, bare floor. The jailer stands before me, twisting his hands nervously. I glance past him towards the noose swinging gently in the breeze.
He sounds apologetic. “Sorry, Judge. It’s time.”