A Stranger I Met

ed in horror at the handcuff on my wrist and gasped when I was shoved a bit by the policeman beside me as he urged me to walk faster

e officers' faces, I knew I was pouring water into a basket; they didn't believe me and It didn't even help that th

op of his voice and when I tried to hold him, I was shoved once again as they led me down the stairs. I tried to speak but all I could do was whimper as thoughts of all that had happened some minutes ago filled my memory. I was yet to get over

r," I tried to win them over but all I said fell on d

't mean for any of this to happen. I was only trying

he cold prison floor - the nauseating smell of the watery

at the prison yard. Perhaps, he or she didn't tast

nless steel that had been use

dn't even help that I couldn't say a word to comfort her or even make some ge

eronica had been taken off, I still felt the tingling sensation

w nothing. The small window by the side of

tle things like sunlight and fresh air whi

to a tiny space like this. I wondered how I would have cope

prisoners were locked up in a stuffy place with no air. At l

It was a cry of agony and shivers went down my spine as I shut my eyes, listen

ying like fleas. I had only been in prison for two days and wit

de the previous day. According to what I was told, the comm

stood why - it was a moment to enjoy the fresh air and

ith an old fashioned helmet covering his bald head - one of the prisoners: a skinny looking old ma

as a grave sin to speak when the commandant was. I

y my cell were unusually nice to me. One of the guards had promised I would be out

und. A whip was passed to the grimacing commandant who raised the whip in the air with so much force and began lash

n; I couldn't bear to watch - not when the