Prison

Kuvaus

The shackles were stopping their legs and arms from moving.

All that I saw in front of me was a small prison cell filled with dull light and a piece of corridor behind the bars.

That place was dead silent, only sometimes the water was dripping quietly. By sometimes I mean once a month, when something behind a stone wall interrupted my peace.

I believe it's a whistle of huge spinning cylinders. And only once a month, I kept realizing that I need to do everything to escape from this place. Maybe today the moment has come?