Tin Universe Daily #168
(c)System * Publishing
brian c.williams
NO REFILL: WAIT UNTIL THE SUNSET DIES- PART 17
Mark
sits in a corner of the cell he was tossed all so harshly into to him was
measured to be about an hour ago. Sitting in the dark, so dark he could not
even see his own hand in front of his face just starring at the moonlight shining
through the bars in his cell onto the middle of the floor.
Four
armed like men in armor, pyramids in deserts with glass rooms inside them,
black pools of sludge, being thrown into a cell like something worthless, and
all he could think of was how cold the stone floor felt against his balls.
All
the thought process his brain had the concept for and his heart the bravery for
was a whisper, ‘Someone could at least give me something to wear.’
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brian c.williams
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