Execution

Execution Ann had killed two men, for that she was fated to die, there had been many appeals, they were in vain; the governor too, not a man of much emotion, had turned his manicured thumbs down. Ann had been in our prison, five years now and had become a friend and it was us, her keepers, whose task it was to end her life, this woman who felt safe in our jail, but she had brutally killed two men. She asked us to be in the death room with her and we spoke to her as she was injected with lethal drugs and slipped away. A murderess that had killed her father and brother, but refused to tell anyone why. I was alone in the office when the phone rang, the governor himself on the line, it was his birthday and if it wasn’t too late her life could be spared. “Too late? Ok! A killer, guess she deserved to die.”