So the following short is inspired by a pinterest pin that wouldn’t leave me alone, I was actually doing some inspiration board work when I found it and although I spent a few hours working, all I could think about what this. So this is the few hundred words that wouldn’t leave my mind. I hope you enjoy!
‘For the crime of high treason, you Adelade Harenby are sentenced to spend three weeks in Harrow Woods.’ The judge stopped only to notch his glasses further up his nose at the gasps that filled the hall. ‘If you do in fact survive this sentence, you will of course be welcomed back to the city, a free citizen.’
With a tap of his paper my life was over, and I couldn’t focus on it. I should focus on it. Harrow Woods. He had said Harrow Woods.
I was dead.
None of the guards touched me as I started to walk from the hall, one foot after the other. Would he give me the noose, it was outdated but please.
‘Sir please.’ He glanced in my direction, permission. ‘Will. Will it be on TV?’ With a nod every horror shuddered through my bones.
My mother, she would know everything. Every day that would play it over and over, some live, some of my worst moments. Right up till I died. Or until the counter hit zero. The betting would start now, the chatter was already filling the room.
They would all bet I would die.
If I win. I win it all.
With a nod of my own, I stalked from the all forming a battle plan of my own.
I can definitely see Adelade featuring in many more of my flash fiction pieces, I have this vision of a feisty and deadly woman that no one sees coming.