Page 93 - Maj 2020 PDF

committed the theft at the Ferris wheel. Where were the others? And how are

they? That was the thoughts racing through his mind at this moment.
His clothes are gone, and all he remembers is that they lost all the money. It all

seems as if it was in a haze. Yesterday he had five thousand pounds on him - and

today it’s gone. The others also lost their chunk of money. How did everything go
so wrong? As if in a trance, he goes to lie down on the small prison bed, tears

begin to fill his eye socket. His entire body is filled with pain; his left arm must be

broken at this point. He gets up and goes to the little mirror that hangs by the
small miniature sink next to the steel toilet. He has a bandage on around his

head; he has been sewn with stiches in the back of his head. It yanks in the
stitches, and he makes a frown of pain while looking back at his own image. One

side of his face is swollen, which makes one eye almost hidden. His lower lip

dangles down as if it had been pulled with a pincer; it's stitched in a way that
makes it burn with a piercing ache every time he lets his tongue roll around in

his mouth.

He rips the brown paper off the package of plastic mugs; he is supposed to use it
as a drinking cup as well as mug for his toothbrush. He fills the cup with tap

water, which delivers him a thin beam of tepid water. With an awkward motion
he unwraps the envelope he’d been carrying since he was discharged from the

hospital this morning. He quaffs down the water and swallows some painkillers

in one big motion. Then he starts sobbing until he is interrupted by a heavy
knock on the wall from one of the cells next to him, a yelling voice shouting at

him:

“Shut up! The rest of us have to sleep, you fuckin’ toddler."
His pants are wet from pissing himself, either from being scared or just sheer

pain.

When he closes his eyes, he sees the disappointed faces of Mom and Jack as they
come to know what has happened to him.

"You can to do what you like, but just don't get involved in something illegal, we

have enough problems of our own already." That's how Mom used to say to him.
His watch is gone; it’s nighttime. He gets up from the bed, but with great

difficulty, as the pain crushing his back. "Ohh!" He moans loudly, moving towards
the small window in the door, hoping that he can see someone by the steps.