Today's Flash is on the darker side. This story is written about someone close to me. I wrote it, imagining what she might have thought. It sort of ties in to "Choices".
I didn’t hear the creaking of the rope, or see the men struggle to hold his weight when they cut him down. I didn’t hear the thud of his body as it hit the hay strewn floor.
I’m not sure what to feel. Sadness or relief.
I wrap the blanket around my head, and turn my eye from the door. This is one night that door will stay closed.
Maybe God does answer prayers.