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W is for Wishes
Aspen felt herself smile at her parents. She was thankful for them even if they couldn’t do much. An officer put his hand on her shoulder, telling her it was time to leave. She gave both their hands a squeeze before standing up and being led out of the visitation room. It was nice to see her parents but at the same time she wished they hadn’t seen her in the prison jumpsuit. She felt like she was a disappointment to her parents, but there was nothing she could do.
She spent the next couple days filling her walls with artwork. She had actually managed to fill all of the walls and while she was out in the visitation room, someone came in and painted over a wall for her to start over. It was kind of nice.
It was two days before Aspen was supposed to die and she still wasn’t prepared. She tried to forget that anything was happening, but that wasn’t going to happen. She still wasn’t completely sure why this was happening to her, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
After her visitation with her parents, Aspen was lead to another room. It reminded her of an interrogation room, a single table and 2 chairs with a light above them. She was seated in one chair and her hands were chained to the table. The warden walked in and sat across from her. He cleared his throat as he set a pen and notepad down on the table. “Aspen Thompson. I am here to get your wishes. What you would like done with your assets and what you would like your final meal to be.”
Aspen nodded. “Uh…yeah…so I want my parents to have all of my stuff. They deserve to have any of my money and belongings that still exist. Not that I had much anyway.”
The warden scratched a note down on the notepad and looked back at her. “And your final meal?”
She had to think. What would be the best thing to have on her final day alive? “Uh…let’s see. I want…” She paused. What did she really want? “A steak. A nice juicy steak cooked medium well. And a baked potato, but not any kind of potato, like a giant loaded potato with lots of butter and bacon. And some garlic bread, maybe 2 slices. And a large Pepsi to wash it down with.” She nodded. “Yeah…that’s what I want.”
The warden wrote down what she wanted and smiled at her. “That sounds like a nice hearty delicious meal. I could go for one of those right now actually.”
She nodded. “Yeah…uh, can you add a slice of cheesecake? I think that would be a great dessert.”
The warden added the dessert to the list before looking at her again. “Is there anything else you would like? Anything said about you in your obituary?”
“Yeah. I would like it known that I was innocent. I never intended on killing my ex-boyfriend, it was a complete accident. Even though nobody will believe me, I still want it known.”
The warden scribbled what she had said in his notepad before standing up and leaving the room. Aspen was soon unchained from the desk and led out the door. Her final wishes were now laid out on paper and she hoped that they were okay.