What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 2, page 1 of 7)


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Chapter 2

The light came through the window before the sun actually came over the horizon instructing me to get out of bed. I didn't have to report to the prison for a few more hours yet, but I wanted to step into the morning air in order to get a perspective on the day. I stood in front of a crudely cut window long enough to notice the sun was now rising over the horizon. A cool breeze filled my lungs and was very refreshing. I knew it was his last day on this earth. Whether he would go to the place he was telling me about or not I could not tell. This one thing I did know; they would take his head from his body today, and I was sure he would want to talk before that took place.

Time crawled by as I endeavored to surmise a plan of action to bring some sort of comfort to the man. I could not imagine how I would be feel knowing today was my last day to be alive. I really had no idea what the day would hold for him or me, at least not until sundown. A shudder came over me like I had never felt. Suddenly my mind was racing faster than the chariots at the coliseum, my heart started pounding hard in my chest, and I had to find a place to recline. I fell to my knees, and then to my back; I did not know what was wrong. Maybe I had caught a chill in the night and it was catching up with me now. All I knew was I had to lie still for a while.

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