The Executioner’s Diary

The following is the opening of my protagonist’s first entry in his diary.


Looking back at my life, it is obvious that destiny chose me, this only child of Cuban refugees, to be its guardian of justice. For every twist and turn in my life and my father’s life before me, prepared me for the role I was born to play. Chosen to be a tool of destiny, fate sculpted me through misfortune and injustice, to be its great equalizer; its merciless hammer of justice.

As hard as my father tried to guide me, he created the thing he detested most, a puppet on a string. Who could have guessed the United States government would pull the cords? If there truly is a day of judgment, I hope, my father and the good Lord analyze the rationale behind my actions. Destiny led me down this God-forsaken path. Fate made me what I am. 

If they understand that, then and only then, will I be forgiven for all my sins.





111 thoughts on “The Executioner’s Diary

  1. When reading the words you can feel the personal uncertainty yet the strong commitment and responsibility accepted for the role the “executioner” plays. I like the way you include his ultimate concern about judgement and the linking of the two most important entities in his life, God and his father. Duty, however, must guide his decisions.
    Great diary entry. Tells a lot about the character in just a few words.

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  2. I’m curious as far as the tactics which will be used to secure justice. How I long for sweet justice….and how I hate being a puppet on a string.
    I’m sure the rest of the story will move me…the way all of your stories and poems do, thank you for sharing.

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  3. I’m just a sucker for anything Cuban, well, not the Bearded One, but almost anything. Cuban sandwiches (not the squished heated ones, the crisp fresh bread with meat, cheese, lettuce and onions), black beans and rice with shaved onions on top, Spanish bean soup, yellow rice with saffron and dark haired Cuban girls. I’ve had to get used to not hanging around the girls for the last 38 years. The Child Bride would just not understand. I did high school and college in Tampa in the 60’s and 70’s so many of my classmates were the sons and daughters of those fleeing from the island. It has influenced my writing and I have included one of those daughters in my fiction. Your book has me curious so I’ll have to put it on my list of wanna reads for those minutes not consumed working on the next novel. Thanks for stopping by my page and for following.

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