Twenty-eighth Day

My name is John Doe and I have been alone for almost 5 years now and I live in a abandoned warehouse. I am known to be a criminal for over a decade or since 1929 and it is 1939. I believe that the police are going to come after me and take me to the famous prison Alcatraz. But luckily they don't know where I am and if I go somewhere different I could be caught. It is also time to get some rest. When I woke up this morning I was on a boat in the cold water so fell asleep because I felt so tired. I woke up again and I was in the cell 133 in the B- block.



I liked this prompt. I couldn't tell what was going on here but my first thoughts were that this man was always in his cell, he was just letting his mind wander. So that is the direction I took. He was dreaming of the outside while stuck in the place he feared the most. I like the idea of traveling in your mind and imagination and will use this again in another story sometime. Maybe not such dark story. What do you think?

Here is a Link to the Story

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