He looked through the little slit they called a window at the golden sun as it snuck out from between the trees and crept across the fields, turning the landscape from brown to yellow to green.

The chapel bell rang announcing the birth of a new day.

But there was neither peace nor joy in his heart, just an unmoving nothingness, for he was a dead man walking, and this was to be his last sunrise.


Written for Three Line Tales, Week 52 for the photo by Ales Krivec via Unsplash


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