Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #45: You’re on death row for a crime you didn't commit. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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For You
My hands are shaking with irreparable horror. I stare solemnly at the ground, knowing there is nowhere else worth looking. Can't look forward; my life ends here. Can't look up; there's no hope. Not to the right or the left; there is only condemnation there.
But I glance one final glance into innocent sunshine eyes and whisper softly, "For you, my love. For you."
These confessions escape my lips just as the shots ring out.
She may never know the sacrifice I seal my fate with.