The trees streamed past, mile after interstate mile. Alan Ross had stopped paying attention. He just stared out the window of the bus. It was far from luxurious and it was slow, but it had the advantage of being cheap and that was what mattered. He had spent the last dollar in his pocket on a package of stale vending machine crackers at the last stop. Now his stomach was growling again. It didn’t matter of course. He was almost there. Read more…
Entries by Alan
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- Alan
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- May 27th, 2013
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“3164… On your feet!”
The prisoner does not resist. He did at first, but now he saves his strength. After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste. He wearily stands. The guards enter. One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run. He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow. Read more…
