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The following is a piece of writing submitted by In Walked Ryan on July 13, 2010

Hanging

I looked out the window and saw something that would change my entire life. I laughed because I wasn't sure how to act. I laughed to show my wife I was not awkward and that what I saw outside was not troubling. However, it was.

It was deeply disturbing and moving all at once. Two pairs of feet were dangling from below some branches. At first glance, one would think it was two lovers swaying their feet sitting on some branches, enjoying each others company.

But all notions of that were quickly quelled when I noticed the rope. Of course, I laughed before I saw the rope and now felt foolish for doing so. My wife look at me disconcerted. I tried to be affable, but lack of social graces came out.

I had to go out there and cut them down, or call the authorities. Something had to be done. But like all men in my family, I froze. My wife handed me the phone and said call 911.

I took the phone from her hand and preceded to do so, but hung up before I could dial the last one. I looked at her firmly and said, "No. I can take care of this."

"What are you trying to prove?"

I shrugged my shoulders and told her she would never understand. This was something beyond my own control. No longer could fat July leaves, almost wilting, cover up the travesty outside. I had no idea what I was going to do, or how I was going to do what I had to do. But something inside me affected me so greatly it caused me to move into action.

Wordless, I went through several motions as if to be sleepwalking. I can't say for sure what I did, or what I accomplished, but when I got back inside the bodies were no longer in the tree. My wife asked me what I did.

I told her I didn't know and my eyes began to dim in the light of the porch. I was very tired and had to go to bed.

"I'm going upstairs to rest," I said. "I'll put the ladder tomorrow."

My wife smiled sweetly and looked at me as if she had never seen me before; the ladder outside rested against the large oak trunk as the bottoms of the fat leaves blanketed the top rungs.

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