A Woman’s Place
an EXIERN short story
Teresa had reached the conclusion that the only thing worse than facing death was waiting to face death. Twenty minutes had become at least an hour… and there was still no indication that anyone was coming to take her to the lower sanctum. At this point, she was starting to entertain banging on the cell door and demanding to be taken to her trial.
It would at least make for a funny story for her guard, she was sure.
The rap against her door was almost an act of mercy more than anything else. “Brother Thomas, the vicars will see you now. Are you prepared?” ↓ Read the rest of this entry…