The Chair.-1

It's been 5 years to this day. The warden came walking down the hall, tapping his metal cup along each cell bar, the clanks echoed.

He came to a stop infront of a cell "Harold Rickter, what do you want to have for your last meal". A beaten man, stood at the ready, "I'll take a sponge cake and a cup of hot coco".

The coco tasted bitter, and the cake dry, Harold thought about how everything has tasted lifeless since his sentence 5 years ago.

~ Helga