Snow fell outside the gloomy lodgings, and a cold December chill passed through the cracked clapboard walls. Inside, an old man wrapped a handkerchief under his chin and checked the shackles around his wrists… still locked. Seven years had gone by since his sentence was handed down, a fitting punishment for the life he had lived. But tonight was special. Tonight he had a redeeming purpose, and by morning – with any luck – someone’s life will have been transformed. Time to go.
Gathering his chains, Marley shuffled across the floor and drifted out the window.
Copyright 2018 by D.A. Donaldson