meus intuitus


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My internment was nearing an end. All my things were packed into a plastic zippered bag. Stapled to it was a form documenting each item. The bailiff, an lean, middle-aged black man, triggered the time-delayed lock of the first steel door. With a buzz, the door clanked open and we entered a hallway. The bailiff pinched a ringed key before leading us down the hallway and opening the next door. We walked through and found ourselves in an empty warehouse-like space. We were led along the wall until we reached the final steel door. A sanguine exit sign glowed indifferently above it.

“This is it, gentlemen.” The bailiff said as he triggered the time-delayed lock. The door buzzed then clanked and groaned. It was dark out. A cool breeze greeted us and we drew it in before stepping out.


Written by meusintuitus

May 1, 2011 at 4:44 pm

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