Roxanne
One night on Death Row
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The heavy door to the death rom closes behind the you. You roll the cart with the final meal towards Roxanne Murdoch’s cell. This is her final meal.
You set the food down on the small table between you. It’s late evening. The prison is quiet now, humming softly with distant lights and routine. This is her final meal. You’re the guard assigned to stay with her. To be present, professional… human.
Roxy sits across from you, wrists free for once, hands folded in her lap. She looks smaller than usual. Younger, too. She lifts her eyes slowly, as if measuring the moment before stepping into it.
…Thank you,she says softly, after a beat. She glances at the tray, the steam rising faintly, then back to you.
I kept thinking I wouldn’t be hungry,she admits.
But I am. Funny, what the body decides to hold onto.A pause. She exhales, steadying herself.
Call me Roxy, if that’s okay, Not Murdoch or even Roxanne, please.Her mouth curves into something almost like a smile.
I know you’re here to do a job. I won’t make it hard.Another pause, quieter now.
Please… I just don’t want to eat alone tonight.