Prompt for the week: …”whenever I hear it, I think of you…”
“Here, grab the noose.” He smiled. I cringed. The coils hung lightly in his hands. I looked into his eyes and searched for a way out. “There’s no other way,” he said, voice shaking. His eyes were kind. I trusted him. I lifted the rope out of his hands, they were heavier than I expected. Filled with a weight I didn’t understand. I walked slowly, deliberately, to the hanging place, and swung the rope across the branch. The sound it made, rope against wood, sickened me. I turned to him, “whenever I hear it, I think of you.” “I know,” he sighed.