Patience Lost

He looks about fourteen years old, but that can’t be right. Not in his profession. However, with all the video games the kids are playing nowadays, maybe he picked up some skills. It doesn’t seem like it. He keeps fumbling and can’t really make it work.

I lose my patience and say,

“Give it here, I can do it!”

I turn the rope down and up, then down again and round and round until the knot looks sturdy. I hand the noose back to the underage executioner, and the guards pull a black sack over my head.

Suggested Music Pairing: Patience by Take That

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