Execution of justice
The following story is fictional, the names, events and characters depicted therein are the imaginations of the author and bare no resemblance to any person living or dead. Any likeness or similarity to any real person living or dead is purely coincidental.
Part 1- The Visit
They lead me into a cinder block room whose walls were painted gray. Luckily I was the first one there, so I could choose where I wanted to sit. There were six rows of stadium style seating; I chose a seat in the far right comer, slightly higher than the rest. I made myself as comfortable as possible on the hard metal bench and as I settled I felt a pang in my chest, as my mind asked the question, "I wonder how comfortable he is right now?"
He wasn't my only son, thank God. As a matter of fact since he left home we barely spoke and
when we did it was usually confrontational. He was however, my son none the less and the fact
that he was about to die brought with it a burden of grief and regret. I tried reminding myself that I was here to see justice done, be it my son or whomever the debt to society had to be paid. At least I was allowed to spend some time with him before the end. It was awkward and silent at first neither of us willing to break the ice, then finally he spoke,
"I'm glad you came dad, I was afraid you wouldn't be here."
"Dad", first time he had called me that in almost a decade. I swallowed hard searching for the
right words to say.
"I had to come; you are my son regardless of what you mayor may not have done." I said
clearing my throat.
I saw his fist clench and a look of anger shoot across his face; he wheeled angrily to face me
completely but then relaxed. I was about to speak again when I saw him tense up, he stood stiffly clenching and unclenching his fist. I would normally have popped him in the face for such a show of aggression but today I walked over and threw my arms around him and hugged him tight.This should have been the time when we both burst into tears but we just stood there stiffly dry eyed and silent.
He didn't return my hug but he didn't push me away, I stepped back just a bit
and whispered, "I'm sorry son." He jerked away and stepped back hard, the look on his face was indescribable, his lips quivered but no words came. '
After a long silence he spoke, "I planned to kill you today, you know. That is the true reason I
was afraid you wouldn't come but now I have decided that one death in the family today is