The Midnight Hour

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In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #300 – MIDNIGHT in 94 words

The church bells rang out, stopping on the eleventh gong. Crowds were gathering in the street outside, a light rain fell keeping the ever present dust confined, but only a bit.

Horses whinnied, hushed voices rose, muffled by the block walls separating me, from them. The window too high to see through, only letting in the meager light of wavering torches held in the hands of my accusers.

I dozed. Guards roughly pulled me to my feet, walked me out into the night. It was time. I’d do it again. I was not sorry.


  1. willowdot21 says:

    That’s a great story and menacing too!

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Sadje says:

        My pleasure

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Bill says:

    A good story. Well done, Gypsie.

    Liked by 1 person

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