A small glimmer of light around the room. On the wall but did not see the black spots from moisture. A bunk bed and a small nightstand is all the furniture that accompanied it.
Silence, cold and deprivation of freedom, all things you could find.
- How long does it take here locked up?
During the isolation the hours seem days, and the days years. Do not remember if you want the time of closing.
- Will there be more?
The wait for such an execution becomes hellish. A few last minutes of life, maybe hours, but the last. Would anyone remember her? She thought of her youth, did not even remember his age.
- Times when everyone smiled upon hearing my arrival …
Even knowing the fate in store, kept the tiny hope of being rescued. Recalled their experiences, in so many places I’d been. There was a time where people admired and respected, but all that’s over. His name was a legend, those that grandparents tell their grandchildren, and the grandchildren forget tradition.