He wasn’t worried. . He was innocent. The Good Lord would spare him.
His execution was twelve hours away. Plenty of time for Divine mercy.
They used the old electric chair, retired years ago, for barbering. He knew it well.
He pictured the Warden bringing good news.
Guards urged him up, walking him to his haircut.
He touched his scalp.
He had slept after the haircut.
The door opened and the new chair waited.