Lynne Blackwood



Follow Your Judgement

When the coarse jute noose tightened Samuel’s throat,specks danced like fire sparks behind his eyes. The lynchmob swayed before his vision, their angry sweat stinginghis senses as he dangled, toes outstretched to the halfopentrap door. It hadn’t functioned correctly and wasnow jammed at an angle. Samuel had placed his feet toone side in a convulsive reflex to save his life. He nowtwisted and turned on outstretched toes in a rhythmicmotion, his knees extended painfully, bare skin glued towood in a last, death-cheating effort. At each sway, therope dug deeper into his leathery neck, throttling thebreath out of him, as the …Read more

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