Pittsburgh, Halloween, night sky ink-ripened, having relinquished the sun, sees the sisters to the party. Cars careen over brick streets, sending flecks of ancient coal dust into the air. The witch sisters bring early winter solstice gifts to the host. #50WordFiction #Halloween
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He began noticing how many kinds of small birds there were when he could no longer throw the death switch. This circumstance came about when a murderess, softened by his ministrations on her last day, thanked him profusely. And that’s when he knew: She had seen his true self.
#inktober #capitalpunishment #50WordFiction #deathrow
(Recommend Werner Herzog's Into the Abyss. I have seen it several times. Incredible.)
