The Day of Doom

A short story entitled ‘The Day of Doom’.

Wrongly condemned, Cecelia sank to her knees and bowed her head to the block. At the foot of the scaffold the murderous mob was baying for blood. With moments to live her life flashed before her: a life of devotion and selfless service, unsullied by sin and deserving of nothing but praise. Yet fate had dealt her a bitter blow. Her doom was sealed. The Axe was raised and ready to fall on the stroke of noon.

The cries of the crowd were suddenly hushed. No one dared breathe. Everyone waited. The hour glass was all but drained. Her time had come. Nothing could save her now, or could it? Miracles happen when least expected. Was something about to happen now?

‘This won’t do for a competition,’ thought Fred as he scanned the computer screen. ‘It’s almost 12 – time for a break!’ And with that he pressed ‘delete’.