They had given him what they called his last meal, but it wasn’t really. It was just food. Meals are for free men.
As they strap him down onto the table, Danny remembers his last meal. He had it in a little roadside diner right before all the trouble started—right before the end began.
That was a long time ago now. Twelve years of trials and appeals. Too long. He was ready for it to be over now. It will be over in a minute or two. They are prepping the injection site now and Danny is thinking about that hamburger. Someone says something to him, they ask about regrets. He thinks about that for a moment. He feels the sting of the needle in his arm. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Challenge: Last Meal”
There are six excellent entries in this week’s challenge. Now is the time for Indies Unlimited readers to choose this week’s winner. On behalf of the IU staff, we want to thank the entrants for doing such a great job with the writing prompt and the merciless constraints of the exercise.
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