He slung his jacket on the back of the chair.
The office held a chill this day.
He rolled his pen between his fingers.
He often did.
Before he started his thankless task.
This day he had hell to pay.
Straightened his perfect black tie.
Today the day the bad man dies.

Together the anonymous chap and his friend.
Decided to make do and mend.
Left the office.
Upon the final orders, of the man with the black cap.
In through the heavy wrought iron door.
A clang.
Such an almighty roar.

A soul collection.
Just past breakfast time.
The two of them are heard to say.
Heavy bracelets weigh upon his mind and wrists alike.
And so they go.

Into silence.
X marks the spot.
A hood covers the eyes of the hawk.
The heavy duty noose is placed in a carefully executed duty knot.
A few careful words.
Uttered by the damaged one.
The handle pulled.
The deed is done.

It's five 'o' clock.
He picks up his jacket from the back of the chair.
Almost as if, he doesn't care.
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ENDING ONE

His daughter saunters up to him.
Smiling,
He hears her say.
"Daddy,what did you do today"?
She picks up her cat's cradle.
"Daddy, do you want to play"?
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ALTERNATIVE ENDING
Excitedly she ran up to her daddy.
Eyes buzzing with thrill.
Notepad in hand.
Seven  blank lines crossed the bottom of the page
Daddy,  familiar with the game.
Threw the first letter across the crisp  white page.
"H " was first.
The next letters flew.
Matchstick man diagram,gradually created.
Last letter "N"
"M" in the centre.
Never completed the game.
The scaffold full before their game complete.
"HANGMAN"
(C) LIVVI