February 17, 2011
His last meal
His last meal was a dish of raw sheep entrails that he hadn’t tasted in forty years. The dysentery got him before the gallows ever could.
He knew she was clairvoyant.
He knew she was clairvoyant. She knew he knew. She also knew that he was about to her out. She stopped him: “I just don’t see us together.”
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.