neelwrites/watcher/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/03/08/2017

Written for Sue Vincent’s weekly writing prompt at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/03/thursday-photo-prompt-watchers-writephoto/

Thursday photo prompt – Watchers #writephoto

 

THE WATCHER

PLACE: TIHAR JAIL

TIME: A LITTLE AFTER TWO IN THE AFTERNOON

It’s Sunday afternoon and the prisoners are trudging back from the workshops.

The gruelling five and half hour morning shift has just got over and the inmates, some five hundred of them segmented into ten groups of around 50 each are being herded back to their cells where they would remain for the next hour until the stony prison walls reverberate with the sound of the bugle, the signal for the commencement of the next shift, mercifully half an hour shorter.

Uniformed prison guards march them down long, dark corridors that further open into windowless dark square blocks that house the prisoner cells.

Each cell comprises at least five times its official capacity of four inmates, especially now as it reaches the pinnacle of the year end festival season and also when winters are at its prime.

In no time, the prisoners, men of varying ages in matching pale blue attire stumble back to their barracks, their heads bent and shoulders stooped, their pale work weary eyes downcast with a pervading sense of gloom and despair much like the way tiny black ants get swallowed into teenie weenie holes.

A visibly bored betel chomping prison guard, machine gun slung loosely strung around his arm, escorts Al, the last of the inmates back to his egg shaped cell at the far right corner, and then troops back to his watch post at the other end of the long tunnel, the sound of his boot steps piercing through the eerie stillness that hangs like a huge albatross all around the high ceilinged walls of ‘C’ Wing.

As his fellow prisoners embrace sleep, their emaciated frames wrapped around in foetal positions, Al ponders over the end of another day, another week in this hell hole, and then escapes into dreamland, jumping across the heavily fortified walls of what is Asia’s largest penitentiary and straight into the arms of his beloved Liza.

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5 thoughts on “neelwrites/watcher/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/03/08/2017

  1. Al needs to get out of Tihar but how and when that would happen is the big question that I need to work out. I am glad you are not just reading but also commenting on my efforts as the story progresses. Thanks Kalps, your ongoing appreciation and incisive comments are much appreciated.

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