Wendigoon
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
We were like statues in our cells, alone, waiting for a sign of the executioner's approach.
When dawn came, we sighed and began moving again.
Dante asked, You get out on Friday?
If things went like before, I'd be released the day of.
As long as I left before sundown, I'd be alright.
Tuesday night, nothing happened.
Two for two, just one more.
I sat through the darkness until...
The feeling of the prison had changed around us.
A subtle heartbeat seemed to pulse against our faces and ears and eyes.
It had come a day earlier in the week than the last time.
That morning, Will patted my arm as we both leaned out the bars.
Dante shook his head angrily.
I wasn't going to get out in time.
On Wednesday night, the heartbeat became the sound of footsteps approaching from some unfathomable distance.
I think I stood at the bars of our cells that entire day.