Joan Hardy 
Red Cage 

Violet’s head with its black bobbed hair, rolled to the ground with a dull thud. Blood spurted out from her neck and splashed onto the screaming crowd. The tall soldier dragged her body away from the pool of blood, while many people’s eyes were still glued to her miserable pierced breasts. Soon seven chopped heads were put into wooden cages with their names attached. The seven cages were strung up on two stout high posts, dangling like ghostly lanterns. Blood dripped to the ground, painting the white snow into flaming red flowers. From The Red Cage