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Henning Haupts

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Pierre is sentenced to life-long hard labor in the penal colony of French Guiana for murder. He defies the cruel circumstances and describes everyday life in prison. His thoughts always revolve around the fact that you can feel the knife of the guillotine in the neck. This short story is meant to portray a glimpse into the dreary daily routine of a penal colony of the French government in French Guiana.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

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The guillotine

Philosophy of the knife

Short story by Henning Haupts

The book:

The Hatchet

French Guiana. In a prison camp in Cayenne, a convict awaits execution. Death by guillotine. Among his fellow inmates, the question keeps coming up. Does one notice the knife in the neck, does it tickle about.

The author:

Henning Haupts

born in 1959 in Germany. Lives in Rheydt, North Rhine-Westphalia.

The idea of telling stories and turning them into books came to me almost overnight.

My great sympathies are with short stories. Entertaining stories for on the way are important to me.

On my site you will find links to short stories and pictures.

2. Edition, 2021

© 2019 All rights reserved.

Henning Haupts

Bruchstraße 33

41238 Mönchengladbach

Table of Contents

1. In court

2. Guyana

3. Cell 17

4. Everyday life

5. Execution

6. Wait and see

1. In court

Three times the wooden gavel struck the judge's desk. Slowly, silence entered this small courtroom. The overcrowded hall, the narrowness, the unbearable heat became the torment of all present.

"Defendant, rise".

He meant me. I stood up. All the visitors in the hall with me. You could have heard a pin drop. Only the asthmatic breathing of my public defender and the defective rotating ceiling fan disturbed the silence.

The judge raised his head, facing the jury.

"Dear jurors. You they have reached a verdict".

All the jurors stood.

A slightly hunched, lanky older woman, front row, replied approvingly to the cadi, "Yes."