The thought occurs to me that Christ died of asphyxiation from having his arms above his heart, the weight of his body sagging against his diaphragm. At least I’m not upside down, but there’s goddamned small chance anyone is going to find me here before I die. Not that they would let me down even if they did come across me. The wheel is on private property, and though his name isn’t on the deed everyone knows who owns it. They’d avert their eyes, pretend not to see me. They’d figure I deserved it.
And they’d be right, of course.
Well, I mean, if he deserved it and all…
Love the title
Like.
I liked the feel of acceptance in this piece.
With this story the land owner is just as bad, as one evil deed does not deserve another,
So many ways to take who “he” is.
I really want to read more of this……
Great job.
– Lisa
Brilliant take on the prompt.
Definitely leaves you wanting to read more.
Curiosity killed the cat? Hope soeone happens by soon.