Here's what I came up with for the January single-word prompt at this month's Atlanta Writers Club meeting.
Prompt: "Joy"
"A Final Victim"
My heart skips a beat as the lights flicker with surging electricity. The other watchers flinch, cringe as smoke rises from his convulsing limbs.
I lean in.
Wish I could smell him sizzle.
Living, he made me feel unclean. Reusable.
Dying before my eyes, he makes me feel pristine joy.
