Very Short Stories

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Very Short Stories

The Wrong Step
Awkward Games
Monsters in the Cellar
The Inner Abyss
A Fatal Mistake
Consequences оf Carelessness
A Dire Strait
Catastrophe
A Telegram

I must be released. I am not guilty. Hard accusations have been thrown at me, shameless lies, but I still affirm that I have committed no crime. All the time I have spent in dark dungeons, all the painful investigation, all the result of a misunderstanding. One day, very soon, everything will be proven. I believe.
I believe in that, although the executioners are coming to take me to the high wall in the yard behind the dark prison buildings.
I believe that the truth will reach the highest courts, that eventually they will find a way to prevent the execution of the sentence.
And here, to be sure, while I stand by the wall and the soldiers are readying their guns, a messenger arrives. He approaches the squad commander and hands him a telegram.
The commander comes to me and tears open the envelope with a theatrical gesture. Certainly, he is happy that an innocent man is saved.
Then he looks at the paper. I can see over his shoulder that it contains one line and I can even read it:
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2018-08-21T17:23:51+00:00 October 1st, 2000|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 17|0 Comments