Posted by colin wallace on April 23, 2002, at 3:13:45
This morning, I was provided with full-rations (two bowls of rice, two cockroaches and a nimble little fieldmouse..).
A jangling of keys, shuffling feet,a heavy grating sound and the cell door swung open;I was unshackled and hauled to my feet, blinking and gasping as fresh air replaced stagnant...
Roughly pushed along a dark corridor, I stumbled past a windowless,' special-category' cell,and shuddered at the awful, muted grunts and plaintive cries therein.Chalked on the door in gothic scrawl, the names 'Old School and 3 Beers' identify the luckless inhabitants...
A splintered bamboo cane stands outside the door, and a half-crazed laugh escapes the confines.
Then, in an instant, I am sprawled on dewy grass,blinking at the harshness of sunlight....
Freedom!!!
poster:colin wallace
thread:22478
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