The Executioner

The executioner is dressed in white tux and carries a tray of Yakitori.  He is invisible. The party guests move around him as if he were a rock in the middle of a fast moving stream.

Xan moves back to where the other waiters stand and watches a fat man at the podium. He is bald and sweating. He tells a joke and the crowd laughs politely.

The cater manager peeks her head through the kitchen doors. I have fresh tempura back here. I need someone to execute it.

With a resigned sigh Xan follows Taka back into the kitchen.



Author: Bryan Aiello

I call NYC home and wish the subway went everywhere and Times Square didn't suck. I saw John Turturro once. Maybe it was him. He was wearing a yellow shirt and smiled at me like he knew I knew. I am an Army vet who writes. I like characters who want more then they deserve. I like genre fiction. I love space. I love paladins. One day I might write a paladin in space story. Just you wait. The university of South Florida spit me out with a degree in creative writing and I find myself questioning the sanity of going to a school that advertises a fake beach on its brochure ever since. I intuit grammar. I Got married in 2012 We had twins in 2015. I do a lot of cooking and dog walking and ranting about the unfairness of sentience. You can follow me on Twitter: @bryaiello Wattpad: My Subreddit: My Reddit profile: Like my work? Become a patron at:

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