Your head is
spinning and there's a stench wafting within the
air as you regain consciousness. It takes you a
while to get you bearings and recall what
happened to you. For the sake of a discarded loaf
of partially mouldy bread you were imprisoned.
You groan in pain as you heave yourself into a
sitting position. Your belly throbs and your head
is still in a spin. The unmistakable taste of
blood coats your tongue caused by a dislodged
tooth that feels ready to fall out.
The cold wind
howls through the bars of the prison window
chilling the air with a crisp biting sting. You're
still in a daze having not yet regained all your
faculties as your puffy eyes adjust to the dim
light of your prison cell. There is nothing but a
hard stone floor beneath your aching body and a
pile of what appears to be straw in the corner of
the prison cell. The sound of something
scampering can be heard within the rafters. Your
stomach throbs with both pain and hunger. There
is the distinct taste of blood within your mouth.
With no complete recollection of what happened
you can only surmise that you must have beaten
before being incarcerated. Part of you is glad
not to remember.
You've no idea
how long your sentence will be. It could be hours,
days or possibly years. The king doesn't take too
kindly to thieves, especially ones who steal from
the castle kitchens. At the moment you're in a
dingy cell within the castle dungeon, but if your
sentence is long you'll likely be transferred to
be incarcerated at the prison stockade along with
the dregs of society. You'll unlikely last very
long in such a place. It's not something you wish
to dwell upon. You then wonder what will happen
to your family who still at that precise moment
are waiting for their loved one to return with a
meal for them.
As you sit and
stare into the near darkness pondering upon your
fate you notice flickering light coming from the
side of the prison cell door. There's a sizable
gap between the side of the door and its frame.
Could it be that the door isn't fully closed? You
To attempt an
escape would be an incredibly risk, you'd surely
be executed on sight if caught for attempting
such an act. Then again, your family need you and
can't survive with you locked away.
Maybe you should
rest a while longer to think some more. You're
likely due to be released anyway. All this fuss
over some bread, the king isn't a complete tyrant,
he's sure to let you go free. The pile of straw
on the corner looks soft and comfy.
will you do now?