You feel the wind kiss your face, dance in your hair. Your white cotton dress swishes around your feet, tickling you.
Your neck itches. You wish you could reach back to scratch it but your hands are bound. The noose around your neck is too tight.
The hangman is late.
AJ Joseph is a bookaholic, semi-insomniac, unsuccessfully recovering javaholic, but most importantly she’s a writer. She is currently in the process of restructuring her life around her first love: words.