Le Gran Escape:
Deuces
Written by Chris S.
Cell- Room
where a prisoner is locked up
Cell-
Structural and functional units of all living organisms
Genius, isn't
it?
Escape. It's time. The bent spoon lies sorry next to the hastily
concealed tunnel you've dug, the mountain of dirt hidden in your digestion
tracts. You steal a quick glance at the cell bars for one last glimpse, before
diving in the cruddy shaft, and burrowing faster than you’re capable of... Cramp.
Cramp cramp cramp. You clench your teeth tightly, as the passage sags and dust
falls. Sound of guards patrolling overhead pauses the pain. Before you start
crawling even faster now, beads of sweat roll down your face mingling with the
tears. Being discovered now... Too grizzly a fate to fathom. A field-trip in
the sucrose chambers, perhaps. Or worse. Pinpricks of light appear in the
distance, before slowly expanding into a hole. You climb out, eyes adjusting to
the cheap glare. You dust yourself off, before hobbling down the corridors,
posters of once-were boy bands and female itches adorning the immaculate walls.
The tripped-out sighs of chemically satisfied inmates fill your ears, as a
faint buzzing approaches over your shoulder and...
“We caught up with your buddy, it's gonna be alright.” Pain.
Writhe. Through dilated pupils, you spot the prison guards- yuppies, by the
look of the Armani suits and android cell phones, speaking into radios. They
roll you over, your fat bloated frame landing heavily. The game is up. There is
no escape.
“Yes, sir we've caught 110112, we're on our way back...” The
clean-shaven brute replied. “Regular capitale, a week force-feeding in the
canteen before another in the hole...”
No care for what they shared after. No nothing. Until he looked at
me through his rose-tinted frames. Would he feel sorry? Sympathy... He read me
my rights.
“As a valued customer, we treasure you and your relationship
between Indus. Inc and....”
Mall moles. Pixel junkies. Sucrose teddyboys. SWAG lemmings and
auto-tune fiends. You have all been sleeping.
Wake up
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