The tavern door creaked open slightly as Lavina stepped out, broom in hand. She coughed as she swept the dust out onto the street. She was fussier than usual today. Everyday before business picked up, she swept. Sometimes, it wasn’t even dirty, she simply felt the need to occupy herself.
As she cleared the last of the dirt outside, Lavina caught sight of the dangling corpses. Children ran past in horror, some even crying. Even some grown men were forced to look away, their faces reading of disgust. Lavina could smell the pungent odour from where she stood. But she did not look away or cringe. She looked straight at each man, their rotting bodies swaying ever so slightly. From what was still remaining of their faces, she could make out the pained expressions, crying out before their very last moment.
She smirked. Just a few less drunken slobs she would have to deal with at the tavern. She spent a few more moments staring before hearing the grunt of the owner, calling her back in. What I wouldn’t give for him to be hanging from the gallows.