The Cell by R Kennedy-Escott

As the solid metal door slammed shut, the key turning in the lock echoed around the empty room. I heard the echo of footsteps quieten to a deafening silence as I hugged my legs close to my chest.

I looked up at the ceiling.

Grey paint was slowly peeling and the smell of mildew tickled at my nose.

I sighed deeply and told myself I wouldn't be in this police station cell for long.

Soon, I'd be transferred to the local prison.

I hoped that cell would be more bearable, as murder usually brings with it a pretty long sentence.

Selected: April Drabble
Published in Issue #30

No comments:

Post a Comment