Prison T

Stop there, spread your arms, don’t talk, turn!

Time does not have a meaning in Prison T. Life does not either. The prisoners do not live, they just vegetate. Breathe the corrupted aged air of supposable guiltless people that died in their same bed. Can it actually be entitled a bed? It’s is really just a piece of cloth or what’s left of it. And a pillow made of rags.

Close to cellar 384 there is a fly, a pretty big one. Odd! Flies usually go where there is something to eat or to bother. O S is no where close to a human that can be bothered.
“M, com her.. Wut da hell is da fly doin’ her?” O S asked without even getting the eyes off the fly
“Where?” M wasn’t really bothering himself to look for the fly. O S may need some sleep these days.
“U blind, o somethin’? rit ther! The crack, ther, on da wall!” O S was pointing at the fly, looking melancholically to it.
“So wut?”
“where it come from?”
“Air, it had wings to fly, it came from air I guess.”
“no way!” A fly? In his cellar? What is happening to nature? He was dazed and looked at M
“eee??”
“Wut a fly doin’ in ma cell?”
“dunno, go to sleep O S!”

O S looked at the crack again, but the fly had left and he couldn’t find it anymore. Should go to sleep now.

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Morning

5°°

Officer Stu, moved the heavy lock. It made a platonic sound. O S had heard that sound everyday, for fifteen years now, it still made him shiver. Maybe one day Officer Stu won’t bring any more chicken stew, someday it may be the letter, and well, he may have to leave M to his novel.

“Do you want the stew?”

The officer was always nice to him, the truth was that everyone was nice to O S. Who knows why, maybe just because they all knew O S was actually the only one that shouldn’t have been there. Who knew actually? O S, lately had started to think that maybe it was his fault, maybe he did indirectly kill someone. Who knew? Do you? Neither did O S.

With lucid thoughts M and O S ate their breakfast waiting for a next breakfast to be served, and then the next one…

5:15

It was just morning but the sun burned. For O S it wasn’t much of a problem. He took his shovel. Heavy feet that heavily walk over a tired soil. They were all going to the red rock, like everyday for the last fifteen years. Nothing good ever came out of it. Just dirt to cover people that are only dirt.
They had to work hard. Officer K had all these high expectations of how well the prisoners should perform. He would come down to the rock every day to see how well they worked. He would take notes, measure lengths and widths that no one cared about except for him. The hole they were digging had to be 8 feet. No one really knew why 8 feet. Everybody knows that you can bury at 6 feet. Why 8? Where this people a little more important then the ones before them? Where they going to be doctors this time and not factory workers? Was Officer K going to cover someone extraordinary this time?

The corpses came and at the time the hole was all ready. They were maybe more than a thousand corpses on the truck. All packed together. They were just corpses now. No meaning whatsoever on those deformed faces. They had bed shot yesterday, or maybe very early in the day. No one knew but they would tell, the wounds were still fresh and leaking blood. They started up. They had to get the corpses out of the truck and then bury them. It was a very troublesome job, physically and mentally.
At one second O S collapsed. He was caring the corpse of a young woman, and he fell on the ground. M was close to him and tries to help. M was now heaver than the corpses, he was moving involuntary. One of the officers came.

“Get up!” he hit O S with his rifle. O S could not stay on his feet anymore then M tried to help. It was the sign on camaraderie, the love and trust these two people had in each other. However, it was unappreciated from Officer K. It was an act of insubordination.

“Prisoner 1025461026 get out of there.”
“No!” M got up, and looked Officer K straight in the eyes. Those eyes said: “You are dead.”

Morning
5:15

Officer K looked out of the window. It had been raining for 3 days in a row now. He did not like this. “This hideous rain is going to slow down the work. The corpses are due here in two days!” he was meditating to himself. Rain appeared to be the only obstacle in his way. He killed everything else in this view, but he couldn’t shoot the rain. He would have like to get a canon or a “Big Berta” and just gun down those clouds that seemed to have been there in ages now.

“Ready C?” he asked.
A voice came from the little box of the secretary. “Yes colonel!”
The voice was muted, crushed by the high pitched voice of Officer K. C had always admired his colonel, his great figure, powerful body and imposing manners.
“Are the men ready?” Officer K never really looked at C. He thought of him as a simpler way of life, just a secretary, nothing more. A little man with no personality in him, a man that appeared to be a small boy with a manly designation.
He got out of the bathroom, looked at the clean office, took his revolver and tucked it under his jacket.

Outside all the men were standing in line. Like little water bottles with labels in them, the officers all looked the same. They are all wearing the blue uniform and the golden buttons.

“Let’s go!”

The group of officer walked calmly toward the cellars. Everything was very quiet. Hushed, dead! The group stopped in from of cellar 384. The lock made a violent scream. O S got up immediately, looking puzzled at the officers. They walked past him and one of them shacked M by his shoulder. M got up. To O S surprise he was already dressed. He had been waiting for them.

M understood the officers without needed them to tell what was going to happen. He knew the future, it was clear. Future held nothing, there was nothing. O S gave M his hand. M took it and then hugged his old friend.

“Take care!” he said. In that exact moment, when the two of the bodies touched, M witnessed an unperfected show of what occurred those years. The first day till what come about a few minutes ago. They said when you are about to die your whole life goes though your eyes. Maybe this really was his moment of death.
A picture stood out in his mind. Emma! He had always loved her. Emma, the sensations of youth, the love, the heartaches and the sudden painful separation. It was all gone. Nothing made any sense now.

While M was pondering they had escorted him to the big rock where they would use to work. There were corpses scattered all around the place. Officer K took out his revolver.

One single shoot was heard in the distance. O S broke in tears.

[okay, now my story is all done. its a lil weird but still enjoy! :)]