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by Fyn
Rated: E · Short Story · Other · #1274809
a brief written note changes everything.
Six years of steel bars holding him down against his will. Six years for rage to fester: Maggots begetting maggots as they feed on his rotting bile. Six years to meticulously plan. Six years to reassure himself that he did nothing wrong and that he was perfectly justified.

Six years for steel backbone to replace limp spaghetti. Six years to grow back what he plowed under: Gardenia blooming now where once only a weed dared thrive. Six years to gradually stop looking back over my shoulder with every step. Six years to remember how to dance.

Six years vanish in a heartbeat caught between two ticks of the clock. Steel shatters in mind numbing cold. Backbone and bars disintegrate as metallic shards pierce my heart—Inmate 93378680 will be released January 26th.

I step back in time. Final words screamed in court echo once again. I will get you for this! I will find you! Fragmented vision of my surroundings. Security wisps into the darkness beyond fragile windows. Refraction--deer caught in headlights blankness. Cross-country move suddenly isn't far enough away.
I will get you for this! I will find you! Insipid locks keep out only those too weak to come in anyway. Every sound is magnified, analyzed, dissected. Test 911 call puts me on hold. Petals wilt.

He knows people. Terror negates nobility. They owe him. He will collect.

Simple acts now take on new dimension. Splintered night-terror canker once more an open, running sore: Remembered threats echo once again: Cut break-line crash, a fire behind doors nailed shut. I will get you for this! I will find you! Normal becomes complicated: walking my puppy now a Herculean task, twelve mile trip from work becomes an epic journey.

I will get you for this! I will find you! Heart beating in cadence--faster, louder. I will get you for this! I will find you! A scant few days left of safety shadowed by shadows moving on the lawn. Overshadowed by the fact he isn’t even out yet.

Yet.

His freedom becomes my cage.

I will get you for this! I will find you!
I will get you
I will . . .

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