Hang

      The blackened pine steps creaked sorrowfully as I trudged upwards toward the gallows. I stood below the waiting noose, and barely moved as it was placed around my neck. The hangman efficiently tightened the knot, and took his place at the lever. I drew deeply on my last breath, and closed my red grainy eyes. With a sharp crack that filled my ears, the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. For a moment my battered body felt wieghtless, and the wooden platform I had stood upon rushed past me. It may seem odd, but I felt at peace, I felt free....