Two for the Gallows

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(please note that this story does not contain a death scene)

Warden Jenkens sighed heavily, and once again consulted his watch. He thought this was a total waste of time, just a stalling tactic. But the judge had been positive: “Last requests should be honored, if its practicable. Theirs is. But take ’em to that boutique on Main Street – that’ll be close to the Public Square.”

So here they were, himself, the Boutique owner, and the two – convicts. He had to admit they didn’t look much like condemned prisoners right now. The Boutique owner, an attractive, middle-aged woman, had done their makeup and hair. Cynthia, the bigger, more mature one, had gone for a flamboyant look: lots of eyeshadow and bright lipstick. Jacqui, the smaller, cuter one, had been more restrained. Still, the warden admitted, they both looked good. The Boutique owner had done their hair, also, but here the Warden had been firm: “Keep it off their necks.” Cynthia had hers in a wild display of curls, while Jacqui had a flip that would not interfere with the noose at all.

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