Ghosts of Memory Lane
Pit of Pericles : Jury Summons Thee
Today, the twisted world made itself known to me—no dark humor or dry smiles to be had. Guess I should feel lucky or fortunate to be spared death after-all, but I felt no such joy.
Instead I stood waiting as fourteen shadows appeared before my very feet—or were there seven? I couldn’t quite tell, in some light that number tripled, quadrupled.
Before long a whole army of teeming, rapidly ravishing jurors stood over me, circling above—waiting to delve out a sentence I couldn’t spare to hear as their voices jeered in my head, making my pulse jolt.
About the Creator
K.H. Obergfoll
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