Breaking Free by Wils The Prisoner writing prompt entry |
I am the prisoner; he is the guard. It is that simple. He can come at me all he wants; I can take it because there will come a time when he makes that tiny mistake, and I will take full advantage. I stare down at him, come get me you bastard. He answers by delivering one that connects squarely with my kidneys. Grimacing, I give a rub. Facing up, I can see he’s changed his tactic. He bowls a short-pitched ball that I hit hard and watch it soar over the fence for six. Finally I have broken free.
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