030. Death – "Like A Rusty Saw"

Carcer Dun stood on the scaffold with the rope around his neck and smiled.

He was smiling, too, when they slammed the cell door shut and locked him up, the same cheeky grin he'd been wearing when they caught him. He was smiling when they cuffed him and brought him to the Palace to stand trial; cocky and confident, absolutely convinced of his own innocence.

He was smiling when they marched him to the gallows, but this time it was a different sort of grin – stiff, blank, and quite dead.

It was waiting for him when the rope went tight.

Disclaimer for all fics: Carcer Dun and all other Discworld characters and locales are (C) Terry Pratchett and are used without permission for entertainment purposes only. Carcer's astonishing multiplicity of relatives (C) TMOH -- please ask me if you want to use them for something.

All of these fics were written for fanfic100 prompts--the prompt is listed first in the title line, with its number, and the actual title of the ficlet follows in quotes. Sometimes they're the same, mostly they're not.