22. Mai 2015 von Sydney Polart ©
The crowd was cheering on him, the crow was crying above him, the rope was tightening around his chin and his sight was blurring already, so all he could see was the crowd in front of him, as for them it was just a big happening.
And then the unexpected kicked in with a loud bang. It was his supposed savior, called the Infamous Torro, who kicked in, into the faces of the guardsmen, threw them aside, pushed them away, fought his way through to reach the platform in the center of the market square. The hanging found hope in the efforts of his savior, that he might be in time.
Just when Torro slammed all the thugs and reached the rope, where the hangman was hanging, Torro reached to his back for the knife to cut the rope. Torro grabbed the knife and was on his way to cut the rope, just when he lost control over the knife, and it fell on the ground, right under the hanging man.
It wasn’t the rope around his neck, nor the cheering crowd in front of him, wanting to see him dead, nor the fact that he was hanging for quite a while, what cooked his goose, what did the hangman in the end, but it were the words his savior, the Infamous Torro, fully unmindful said: ‚Hang on a minute!‘
Dr. Dr. Immanuel Fruhmann
alias I.G. Fruhmann
Y 8:8; Y 7:14