Story #4: On the Day They Came to Hang Me
started by @zeldman on Saturday, March 13 at 10 PM
On the day they came to hang me, I stripped off my clothes, extended my arms, and began to sing.
The most terrible of melodies, birds dropped from out of the sky
and fell into my outstretched palm. One held a message, on a scrap. It was signed, and had a message inscribed just for me.
The bird had been a sparrow, the message scrawled in its own blood. It read: “The psychopomp has passed. Your time has come."
I cannot tell you by whom it was signed. But that was how I came to be the shepherd of souls, the guardian of the dead.
The superstitious fools had hanged me for witchcraft. Now I would become their only friend in the moments after their deaths.
I was going to make them pay
with their lives. I had it all planned out already.
I was born to die to do this.
