Eight seconds is all it took. In the first second I could hear the roar of the crowd. In the second, there were screams and cries. In the third second I could see the sun and the sky. In the fourth second I saw the people staring at me. In the fifth second I saw the sides of a basket. In the sixth second I could see a face. In the seventh second I saw other heads around me. In the eighth second I looked back to see the guillotine and what was left of my body.
bobby stevenson 2015 http://www.randomactsstories.blogspot.co.uk/