Imprisoned
Steven was thrown into the concrete cell. Terror had swept through his mind. What was he doing here? Why had they imprisoned him?
Minutes turned to hours and Steven sat in his cell wondering why he was there. He had been enjoying himself at Disneyland with his children when he was suddenly grabbed by two unknown people and pulled into the shadows and arrived here in this strange cell. How long was he to stay? Months? Years?
“Why am I here?” he screamed.
“Because you got drunk and shat in a bumper car.” Said a passing guard.
Oh yes. That’s right.
©Robin LeBlanc 2009
