The Diary of a Prisoner
Dear Diary,
It had been a rather long and hectic day for me today. We were ordered by the guards to get off our beds by 6, and had a simple but healthy breakfast, which consisted of milk and a slice of dehydrated bread, which I forced through my oesophagus. After breakfast, we were led out of the cells, and that was the thing which I looked forward to every morning. No one could endure the lengthy duration which we inmates had to be confined in dark cells, completed with four concrete walls which emanated gloom and dampened our spirits. Today, we were delegated the jobs of cleaning the toilets and gathering fallen leaves into piles. We had to attach hoses to taps, and needed to do it ourselves. We had to carry out the orders issued by the guards. No question, just obey their orders, or else we would have no chance of being paroled. The repulsive stench which emitted from the cisterns forced me to pinch my nose in disgust, but there was no room for rebuttance. Afterwards, we had to rake the leaves and transform them into mountainous piles. That was hard work as the leaves were scattered everywhere. Besides, the wind established itself as our greatest enemy that say, thus we had to rake again and again. However, I tried to concentrate on carrying out my task as much as I could, as the lunch hour approached. Lunch comprised of a small packet of milo and a sandwich, which was barely enough to suppress my hunger pangs. I continued raking till darkness loomed, and we were ordered to shower, eat our dinner and return to our respective cells. I managed to complete another chapter of Closer, a book from the Tunnels series! At 10, I meditated in my cell and thought about my family. How I longed to see them soon. I shrugged off that notion as the guards ordered us to bed.
Bye, Diary, my sole companion!
Love,
Thomas
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