Friday Fictioneers – The Final Condemnation

ff040516The overhead power lines gently trembled under the weight of chirping winter birds. The nearby tree tops were all but shorn of their autumn red leaves. The cracked slabs in my exercise yard glistened under a light frost; the skies above grey and heavy. It said to me what I already knew, and had finally accepted: I’d seen my last summer. No more for me the smell of the warm waters of the bay; the sun on my face; the smiles, the laughter – the innocence.  All I had left of this world was its cold, its emptiness, its despair. Yet I had made my peace. I was ready.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challeng

15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Final Condemnation

  1. gahlearner

    I’d rather die in spring, with young life all around, than in winter. At first I didn’t read it as a prisoner on death row but as a terminally ill person, but the title, and the comments–makes it just as depressing.

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Cheers. Death Row thing was very subtle i.e. the exercise yard. Trying to see how subtle I can get away with these days 🙂


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