Entry for the 55-Word Story Contest (Round 169) - A perspective. Do you know what it is?
I've spent my short life with knives in me, then fire, and now I'm rotting. What a humiliating existence – to be mutilated, put on display, then forced to watch the merrymakers in their foolish pantomimes parading past. And I can't look away. I'd like to see them in my place, just for one night!