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Sunday, January 15, 2006
Solitary Moments

            The sun-traced shadows moved ever so slowly across the cell floor as I watched a cockroach skitter across  the zebra'd shadow zone up the wall and out the bars to freedom while I choked back raw emotion and etched another mark on the wall, counting the days as they dwindled by.
            A feeble rat infested mat lay in the corner, serving as my bed.  A worn out thin sheet was my blanket and part time confident. Lonely cries echoed in the distance from other cell mates. 'How many," I wondered. 'How many others are here? Five? No more than six.'.  It was hard to tell because I haven't seen any of the faces associated with these bitter sounds, distorted by long dank hallways.., sounding almost like Humpback Whales at sea. That lonely cascading wailful droning.
 
            I reach down and touch my injured foot.  At least the swelling has gone down more. Its almost back to normal.  One of the screws dropped in and told me I could see the camp doctor tomorrow If I follow orders and do what I was told.  I still haven't forgotten that beating on my last escape attempt.  My foot is a reminder of that event.
            Ah! What's that I see near my mattress!? A single chard of a Frito's chip!!  I scramble over quickly before the rats can spot it and carry it away. Grabbing it I stand on my one good wobbly leg - "You kin beat me all yew like - but yew'll nawt be taken' muh FRITOOOOOES!"

Posted at 06:42 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool

Penny
January 16, 2006   10:44 AM PST
 
**tap, tap, ting, tap, ting, ting, tap, tap, tap, ting, ting, tap, ting, ting**

Translation: "Hey, Daveman ... I'll trade ya 2 cockroaches for one of them rats."
AbbyNormal
January 16, 2006   09:33 AM PST
 
pssst. Daveman. Over here. Next cell over. sssshhhhh!!

You can keep the Frito chard, but can I borrow your rat?
plh
January 16, 2006   08:55 AM PST
 
its NOT Fruitioosss youre eatin...

its FROOTLOOPS you fruity guy LOL
 

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