Thank you for stopping by for my eight sentences. This is my first week posting my sentences so I decided to start near the beginning.
Ruth is a young woman in an 18th century jail in East Grantham, Maine. She has remained in her cell for nearly a year and a half while awaiting her fate. Reverend Jensen has come to speak one last time with Ruth. As she lies on the straw mattress on the cold stone floor she greets him with well deserved animosity.
“Have you no mercy for me Reverend Jensen?”
“Woman I have none. Pray God that He might find some before this week is done. I shall see you hung on Saturday next.”
“Peter Jensen are you so pure of heart that you might judge me?”
“You will not test me woman!”
With that Reverend Jensen banged the cell door closed and with a tick of the key in the iron box he locked it securely. His retreating footsteps echoed through the long hall, ending as the heavy front door slammed behind him.
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