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I don’t like loose ends.
And that’s what got me into trouble.
I couldn’t trust the hangman to do the job right. I mean really he’s not the brightest crayon in the box; it’s the lowliest job in the village.
Roland Nichols would be hanged in the town square at two p.m. A crowd gathered and a barré went up to prevent people from getting too close. Don’t be curious, be judgmental. *
I had come to collect him with orders to get the job done or else. I accept reality and dare not question it. So I wasn’t taking any chances and arrived to check that everything was in order. It was. No loose ends dangled from the secured knot.
I glanced into the crowd and spotted a woman with white hair, brown eyes and a blue dress. She appeared as any other woman in the crowd but I recognized her for what she was. A witch.
Unfortunately she recognized me for what I am.
The woman fingered a large book with no cover. Her lips moved as she murmured.
Roland Nichols, still alive, hit the ground.
Someone shouted. “A raven!”
A vortex of nothingness swooped me up and dragged me down into its midst.
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written for
Blogophilia Week 33.6 – A Book With No Cover
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts): quote Walt Whitman
(Easy, 1 pt): use a ballet term
* quote is Be curious not judgmental
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