The Final Countdown
A Microfiction Story
They say innocent men don’t land on death row. But it happens, and I am next up to be fried.
If I had just been able to convince my girlfriend not to leave me for that loser Danny Betts, she’d be alive today and I wouldn’t have been convicted of her murder. I’ve spent 20 years trying to figure it out but I just can't.
Last meal delivered but I can’t eat it. Time is running out. I can hear footsteps coming down the hall.
The guard opens my cell.
“It’s time Danny, let’s go.”
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Pam Sievert-Russomanno
Career Broadcast Advertising Executive.
Wife, Mother, and dog lover.
Published author of (1) Christmas Novella. Taking time to reinvest in my writing while juggling life in Los Angeles.
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