About the Book:
chilling twists, from a unique new voice.
different sides of the Atlantic. Until she falls in love with him, Rebecca
knows nothing of Keller. But he’s known about her for a very long time, and now
he wants to destroy her.
living under the threat of execution in North Carolina. The other caught up in
a dark mystery in the Scottish Highlands. The families’ paths are destined to
cross. But why? And can anything save them when that happens?
‘That’s 11.30 gone now,’ someone said from the far end.
‘Show must go on.’ Keller mumbled.
There was a crackle and then an audio test from the speaker in the corner. Keller imagined that President Descher had arranged a televised viewing and that all over the State the people could see and hear this: factory workers, grandmothers, schoolchildren, stopping what they’re doing and watching. From the audio speaker, Keller recognised words from the phonetic alphabet, then the date, today, June 23rd 2021, the location, the prisoner’s name and number HCI 72259-931 and the time scheduled for execution.
Keller knew that the duration for the poison to act was ten minutes maximum and that the ratio to be injected was set against the inmate’s weight and height.
Somewhere behind him, Keller could hear mumbling about the victims’ families and an officer explained that they were seated separately, in another viewing room. He imagined that the families’ room was crowded, since eight victims had lost their lives that day.
At 11.45 am, the time was announced once more on the speaker and the blind was pulled up manually, revealing the execution chamber. Keller had forgotten who was seated directly next to him now, but whoever it was flinched.
The prisoner was already strapped onto the gurney. There was a sheet over his body but you could see where the constraint buckles jutted up into the clean white cotton. His left arm was exposed however and the intravenous tube was already in. He was clean shaven. Keller had never seen him without a beard. He could almost pretend he did not know him.
Three Harfield guards came into the chamber now. They did not look at the window, which to them was a mirror. Who would want to see themselves doing what they were about to do, even if it was their duty. The three guards were each handed a syringe. The content of one of the syringes was deadly and the other two contained a harmless fluid. The guards would never know who among them administered the lethal injection.
The condemned man’s chest began to rise and fall. He blinked rapidly and his Adam’s apple bulged in his throat, as he struggled to find an impossible place between dignity and the screaming of his nerves to stay alive.
Keller murmured, ‘There is nothing to do now but die.’
A man in the chamber who had been out of their view, moved into sight. He was dressed in a plain dark suit. He identified himself as Warden James and held up a chart. His hand was steady enough, his white knuckles though suggested a very tight grip on that chart.
Keller stared down at the inmate who seemed to be staring back, though Keller knew that the glass was one way and that all the condemned could see was a reflection of his own final scene. All the same, their eyes met.
Warden James turned to the prisoner. ‘Is there anything you would like to say or read before we administer this lethal injection?’
Keller frowned down at the neighboring lap. It was the redhead next to him, the PhD student, twisting that engagement ring. The girl who more than likely had it all, the girl who could not cope without her cell, was barely coping at all. Keller could feel her trembling against the length of his torso and the anger in his veins burned. The young woman held her hand up to her mouth and whispered into it, ‘God, dear God.’
The Warden lowered his eyes to Prisoner HCI 72259-931 on the gurney and blinked several times. He said to the inmate, ‘Go ahead, what do you want to say.’
‘I would like to ask a question.’
‘What is your question?’
‘I would like to ask a question and have it answered.’
Warden James looked around the room at the other officials.
‘Go ahead and ask your question.’
‘Not until you tell me that I will have an answer.’
Keller smiled and nudged the redhead. ‘You see? Make the most of every goddamned moment.’
The young woman was on the edge of her seat and on the edge of tears.
In the chamber, the suits and uniforms huddled and muttered amongst themselves and the Warden came free of the pack once more.
‘We shall try to answer your question. And cannot commit beyond that. I ask you therefore again, is there anything you would like to say?’
The inmate tried to lift his head but the strap across his brow was held tight. He cleared his throat and said in that thick Carolina accent that Keller thought he’d forgotten but which now reignited in his memory and ripped through his heart.
‘I want to know if my son can see me.’
dull suburb of Glasgow where the only regular excitement was burglary. Attended
a smart, dull school where the only regular excitement was the strap. Worked in
smart, dull sales and marketing jobs until realising she was living someone
deep in cement and pregnant, Jenny was happy. Then autism and a distracted
spine surgeon who wanted to talk about The Da Vinci Code, wiped out the order.
Returned to wonderful England – and unlikely ever to leave again – Jenny, with
assistance from loyal hound, walked and swam her way back to manageable health.
Lights but worries that’s the best bit and should be saved till last. Very
happily, and gratefully, partnered for 28 years, she ought to mention, and
living with inspirational child in Thaxted, Essex.
Rajiv started the video-calling app. He looked around to ensure he is alone before he dialed his wife. Soon Naina’s beautiful face filled up the cell screen. She stared back as if it was unreal.
‘Hey,’ she said shyly, ‘how are you?’.
‘Missing you Naina,’ he said softly.
‘Amma and Baba are also here,’ she said as they came onto the screen.
Rajiv felt emotional. He missed them a lot. He wanted to leave this wretched job and go home. But he imagined their starving existence. He cannot be selfish, he resolved.
‘Your home is beautiful,’ Naina said, ‘Lovely flowers. How I wish I could come over.’
‘Soon,’ he said but he knew it would be never.
He heard the owners returning from their daily walk. He disconnected and sneaked to his flat, still panting as he reached his bed at the end of a cramped row of bunk beds.
How to participate in #FridayFotoFiction
Follow @Mayuri6 and @twinklingtina, your hosts for #FridayFotofiction, on Twitter.
Every Thursday evening Tina and Mayuri will share a Photo Prompt with you on Twitter and on their respective blogs.
Write a 100-150 Word story based on or relevant to the given Photo Prompt.
Use the #FridayFotoFiction badge at the end of your posts
Link up with Mayuri or Tina
Read, comment, share on the host and co-hosts posts and at least two more posts linked in the party Pro Tip – Networking and commenting is good for your blog’s health and ranks.
Use #FridayFotoFiction in your post and share on social media using the same hashtag.
Every week Tina and Mayuri will pick one featured blogger whose post impressed them the most.
Every month one winner will picked from the participants. This winner will be picked on the basis of regular participation through the month and will win a cash voucher from Amazon.
Stories using adult/abusive/racist language or tones and those that we find disturbing shall not be accepted.
heart, had dreams of working in law enforcement her goals put on pause in the
worse way possible. Will she overcome this tragedy and emerge triumphant with
her mind and soul intact? Or will the mental anguish be too much for her to
James, a twisted soul with ideas of love and
grandeur with a woman that doesn’t feel the same for him, at least not yet.
That will all change if he has anything to do with it. Also, her old flame has
stepped into the picture. Will James be able to win her over and make her the
love of his life before the flame is rekindled between her and her ex? Or will
he be left in the cold while they live happily-ever-after?
Black Love was always a white collar kind of guy
more so than a gangster when an unfortunate incident occurs in a small town in
Illinois he rushes to the side of his ex-fiancé to attempt to save the day. It
does not take long to figure out that not everyone wants to see justice served.
On top of that, his feelings for his past love may not only cause conflicts in
the case but also add a rift to his new relationship. Will Black put his past
behind him and find out who violated Teresa?
In this fast-paced tale of pain, misguided
passion, and lost love we follow these three souls as they embark on a journey
of romance, rape, and retribution. When there’s no one to count on but yourself
will you stand and deliver? Or bend and break? Each will face that question in
the midst of what they once thought was true. They all find out that when love
turns to war, someone has to be the Piece Keeper!
streets were desolate and cold. James shook off the chill that shot through his
bones as he pulled the skull cap slightly down over his eyebrows not leaving
very much of his face to be seen. He took his time moving to the ATM machine.
He had transferred a small portion of his money from the offshore account to
his account in the states. He had been in Burr Ridge for almost a week now.
Nothing or no one, other than Witherspoon, was connecting him to what happened
to Teresa or the others he’d dumped in the river over the past year. He knew
Witherspoon would never speak and their employer had no idea who it was and
didn’t want to know. He felt bad about not trying to bring Teresa. He
contemplated that she was better off without him. He slid the bank card into
the machine, keyed in the code followed by the amount he wanted to withdraw,
and then waited for the machine to spit the bills out. Once the money was out
he retrieved his cash and card and went back to his car. He had nothing to
worry about yet he still felt compelled to get out of Illinois. He wanted to
see his sister before he left because he didn’t know when he would see her
again. As he climbed into his car and started the engine, he heard the sound of
a click behind his head.
can have the money and car,” he said. The person behind him remained silent.
spoke again. “It doesn’t have to end badly. I haven’t seen your face so you can
just take the cash and go. Everyone’s happy.”
isn’t just a robbery,” the woman’s said as she pulled the trigger.
Sr. is a Publisher, Author, and Reviewer. He publishes Crime Fiction novels
under his publishing company Maleah Solange Books. He has released two titles
in the Black Love Detective Series: Piece Keeper & Cannibal in the City. He
has also written Dope Fiction and Dope Fiction pt. 2 “Greed Between the
Lines”. Originally from Chicago, IL he currently resides in Indianapolis,
IN where he is penning his next novel.