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.”
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How do you get to write these stories? I love it. It always ends in a total different way.
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Oh, thank you. I don’t know where they come from. I think I must just have a weird brain.
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Weird and twisty at times! It is a pleasant and rewarding feeling when you write something like you do.
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Yes, I enjoy it. It’s a bonus when other people like it too.
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I agree, it is a bonus when others say they like the story too.
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So good, I had to read it twice.
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Thank you Suzanne! Hope you have a great weekend.
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This is brilliant, fab twist. I need to do know what the judge has done to end up here!
Debbie
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Thanks Debbie. That’s one of the things I like about writing fiction, you can leave quite a bit to people’s imaginations! Maybe he was taking backhanders in return for sending innocent people to be executed? Who knows 😀
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Oh the twists and turns of a Kimberley Cooper story. Long may they reign!
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Thank you, Miss Lily 😀
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Your Welcome Mistress Cooper.:)
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A *just* ending…
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HAAAA HA HAAAA !!!!!!!!! or should I say lol, quietly ?
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You pack a lot into a few words!
Yvonne V
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Thanks, Yvonne! Sometimes I’d like to write longer, but I’m not a chatty person, so that doesn’t come naturally.
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