Friday Fictioneers for 9/11/2020 (When I Met Sparky)

Thanks to Rochelle @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for another midweek, Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Her weekly challenge is for us to write a story of 100 words or less based on a photo prompt (this week, hers).

photo by Rochelle

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Genre: Memoir
Title: When I Met Sparky
Word Count: 100

Old Sparky was its name. A useless device, except for taking out life 695 times.

I could have been seeing any old gallows, a chopping block, a guillotine, but it was an ugly wooden chair with dried up leather straps and old wires. It was a creative invention to kill in a kinder, gentler way.

I felt a willfulness choke me.

I kept my emotions hidden. When the warden asked if I would like to sit in the chair (against the rules), without moving my eye from what must have been a sight for thousands, I mumbled a muffled, “Nope.”

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Look both ways when you kill.
Mind the gaps death cannot be undone.

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44 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers for 9/11/2020 (When I Met Sparky)

  1. Dear Bill,

    My mind suddenly flashed to “The Green Mile.” That must’ve been quite an experience. And I love how you used the one word from the prompt. Brilliant usage. You never disappoint.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. You make me blush, Rochelle.

      It took place about 1970ish, but it was the Texas chair. The number I used was for the New York executions using that method.

      Peace,

      Bill

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  2. I don’t know if it’s true, but I thought I read Thomas Edison promoted the invention of the electric chair partly in order to sell his competitor’s AC electric current as dangerous in the public’s minds.

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  3. Excellent telling, Bill. I’m ambivalent about Old Sparky. One part of me wants it burned to ashes in a crematorium and another part wants it stand as a testament to the barbarity humans love to visit upon each other.

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    1. At the time I was there, the chair was still located in the room where executions were carried out, so the whole death row environment could be seen and felt. Now, there is a Texas Prison Museum and Sparky has been relocated.

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  4. Kinder and gentler? I don’t think so. Harsh, terrifying, yes. Of course, you could always point to the fact that crime was even more horrendous than the punishment, in many cases.

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    1. P.S. I couldn’t “like” your post–computer wouldn’t let me. Don’t know if it’s my problem or yours, but anyway, just wanted you to know I did like it, very much. Descriptions were perfect.

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      1. It’s weird–the notifications show up on my stats page, but not on my main page. My “like” button doesn’t work for me, though, and no one else’s does, either. I’ve done a little searching, but I get so impatient trying to weed through things I don’t understand!

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      2. Hey Linda,
        The post has 31 likes, which is about normal. When we interact with WP sites, we need to be sure that we are in the “blog.” I can’t tell you exactly how to do that.
        Sometimes, when I hit like I get a flash but nothing really changes (most likely did not take). Also, some folks comment and do not like. Or, maybe it is not working for them either.
        But I thank you for caring enough to tell me. 🙂

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  5. A powerful story and a chilling memory for you knowing so many had died in that chair. I find it sad that an instrument of death, any death, should be on display. Good decision to just say “nope.” Excellent writing.

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    1. Thank you, Branda.
      Back when I saw Sparky, it was not “on display” but still in room just off of Death Row. I was being given a private tour with a friend. Now, it is on display in a Prison Museum.
      I think it should be on display. When I saw that chair that day, my view of capital punishment was firmly fixed in my memory. I think we need to know and to face the truth.

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