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section7mfuHalf drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem...
If you do ten to fifteen
He’d been sentenced for what would be a lifetime. Anything over a few
years was that. Illya was innocent of course, it was a setup.
And now he waited, not knowing, yet hoping his rescue was imminent.
He trusted his partner would find him. Napoleon had to find him.
.
to spite the enemy
Days drifted into weeks, then to months. They were starving him, working him to death. He willed himself to go on in the snow, to lift himself from his bunk with an inhuman effort. He would live, and Napoleon would find him. Where are you...where are you my friend?
when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.
There was no view of the outside world, only lichen covered stone walls to face each day. A bird flew overhead, a sign of life. With the air of Spring the thaw finally came. Outside there was life, hope.
He was growing weak in body, but not in spirit. Napoleon?
and always remember to eat every last piece of bread-
He was like a bird, pecking at every last crumb, even the fish broth tasted like a kings meal.
When others died, the rations increased.
Today there were two slices of black bread instead of one. Would he soon be the next one to help fill the bellies of the others?
it's like the snapping of a green branch to the man inside.
Today he ate some bugs... a beetle, it tasted like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon. Or did they?
as long as the jewel on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster!
“Tovarisch?” Illya heard the familiar voice. His eyes opened a moment later to see a smile, one he knew well. He was out of that place, he didn’t know how, but he was free.
Napoleon bundled him under a heavy blanket and held him tightly.
“You were very late this time,” Illya whispered.
“I may be late, but I’ll always be there.”
Prompted by: Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison~Nazim Hikmet
If you do ten to fifteen
He’d been sentenced for what would be a lifetime. Anything over a few
years was that. Illya was innocent of course, it was a setup.
And now he waited, not knowing, yet hoping his rescue was imminent.
He trusted his partner would find him. Napoleon had to find him.
.
to spite the enemy
Days drifted into weeks, then to months. They were starving him, working him to death. He willed himself to go on in the snow, to lift himself from his bunk with an inhuman effort. He would live, and Napoleon would find him. Where are you...where are you my friend?
when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.
There was no view of the outside world, only lichen covered stone walls to face each day. A bird flew overhead, a sign of life. With the air of Spring the thaw finally came. Outside there was life, hope.
He was growing weak in body, but not in spirit. Napoleon?
and always remember to eat every last piece of bread-
He was like a bird, pecking at every last crumb, even the fish broth tasted like a kings meal.
When others died, the rations increased.
Today there were two slices of black bread instead of one. Would he soon be the next one to help fill the bellies of the others?
it's like the snapping of a green branch to the man inside.
Today he ate some bugs... a beetle, it tasted like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon. Or did they?
Was he losing his mind? His body was fading....”Napoleon.” He dared to utter again.
The cough was becoming worse now, his chest wracked with pain
as long as the jewel on the left side of your chest doesn't lose it's luster!
“Tovarisch?” Illya heard the familiar voice. His eyes opened a moment later to see a smile, one he knew well. He was out of that place, he didn’t know how, but he was free.
Napoleon bundled him under a heavy blanket and held him tightly.
“You were very late this time,” Illya whispered.
“I may be late, but I’ll always be there.”
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