In the museum a child pointed up and asked a man I presumed to be her father, “What is that?” He followed her finger and answered in a matter of fact tone that sent a chill up my spine, “That is a gibbet. It was used to display the body of a person after the execution.”
I waited for the child to respond in fear or uneasiness and I was stilled when the little girl said, “That’s a good way for everyone to know the job was done. I admire that.” Since when do children talk like that?
© Zora Zebic 2016
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