Short Story: The Cell 2.

I really enjoyed writing the other short story about the man in the cell. Here’s another version of the same guy.

His dreams torture him when he rests. His protestations of innocence fill the tiny stone cell. He counts the seconds he’s been locked away. He’s aware he may be shown to people as an object lesson in what happens to “people like that”. He knows that he is missed by friends and family. He is innocent; this is an unjust crime against him, a grave and terrifying mistake. He is unsure why he’s fed by his unseen captors but he is thankful to be able to keep his strength to protest.

One day he will be released with a smile.

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