The Executioner

The executioner is dressed in white tux and carries a tray of Yakitori.  He is invisible. The party guests move around him as if he were a rock in the middle of a fast moving stream.

Xan moves back to where the other waiters stand and watches a fat man at the podium. He is bald and sweating. He tells a joke and the crowd laughs politely.

The cater manager peeks her head through the kitchen doors. I have fresh tempura back here. I need someone to execute it.

With a resigned sigh Xan follows Taka back into the kitchen.

 

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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