September 25, 2005
Rainy Sunday
I've been cornered in my room reading Huck Finn all day. There's one tall lamp in there casting shadows and then both windows were open. All I could hear was the rain pouring and a single lonesome cricket. Needless to say I was on the brink of both happiness and lonesomeness all day.
I wish someone would contrive a fancy way of digging me out of my prison.
Posted by kea at September 25, 2005 11:31 PMComments
Woman! Don't you know that you can't dig your way out of prisons anymore? What with these genetically engineered badgers that patrol the subterranean passageways, a tunnel spells certain reincarceration. You need dynamite, lots of it. Approach a guard, preferably one that has a dearth of dynamite in his life, and trade it for a key. Then let yourself out, clasping your hands behind your back, whistling a random tune, looking toward the sky as if inspecting the clouds for rain. It's that easy.
Posted by: Prisoner #558220 at September 27, 2005 09:54 AM
dear fellow prisoner, i'm looking for a more literary escape, much like Tom Sawyer provided for Jim. I want something romantic like mistaken identities. Ok, I know I said something about being dug out of my prison, but really I was thinking more along the lines of a friend comes wearing the bulky robes of a priest or monk or kkk member. We stuff the bed or create some other replica and then I hide in the robes, slipping right under the noses of those crusty guards. I like where you're going with the whole pretending that nothing conspicuous is going on, but I think I want something a little more difficult. Because if it's easy, it's probably not worth it.
Posted by: carbon, aka prisoner numero uno at September 27, 2005 01:18 PM