Sunday 3 November 2013

Solitary Confinement

Blackness. Silence. I can’t feel anything either. Or move. So - they think that mere sensory deprivation will break me? My resolve far outstrips theirs. We’ll see who lasts the longest...

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Bill paused in his cleaning, right by the heavy door that was always locked. Except, today it wasn’t. He’d always wondered what lay behind it, the ominous sign stating ‘Indefinite Detention’ serving only to pique his curiosity.

Daringly, he peeked into the chamber. The sight of rows of glass cylinders containing fluid and, clearly, human brains bristling with wires sent him hastily away. After all, curiosity could kill the cat.