The master criminal, the man known as the “escape artist” was finally caught. The man who could not be held captive was now behind bars, kept in the most secure of places. The place with no exit, the place that devoured all its inmates, that is where he was kept. He wasn’t tortured or interrogated. The cell where he was kept was torture enough. A sane man could go insane just by the grim look of the place.
No one asked him how he had managed to escape every single time he was caught, no one bothered really. They knew that his winning streak was over. He couldn’t run away, not this time.
Back in his hometown with his family, it was one hell of a thanksgiving. His children tugged at his shirt, people chatted and laughed. It was a happy place. His wife called out to the guests in her house, her husband and her kids. The big turkey was ready.
He had escaped. He was a killer no more, he was a simple man whose entire universe revolved around his family.
A loud thud woke him up. It was his call for supper. He realized he was only dreaming. His introspection was cut short by a quick sly smile from his guard. He returned the courtesy, he smiled back.
While the inmates ate the damp prison food, the guards talked about how they had managed to chain down the “escape artist”.
But what they didn’t notice was one missing guard.
Back in his hometown with his family, it was one hell of a thanksgiving. His children tugged at his shirt, people chatted and laughed. It was a happy place. His wife called out to the guests in her house, her husband and her kids. The big turkey was ready.
And this time it was for real. It was freedom at last for the “escape artist”. He had lived up to his name, again.
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