Prison+Food


 * I ** wish it were easy right now. **J**ust the tiniest bit of meat and I’d be happy as a clam! **K**ind of a sad lunch without it, wouldn’t you think? **L**ike the people in this place would ever let me get my hands on some tender flesh! **M**aybe when the guard comes today I’ll try. **N**o—too risky! **O**h, but it would taste so good! **P**lease let the young guard come at lunch, he looks so tender! **Q**uit thinking about it, Annie… you’re supposed to be cured soon! **R**ight, and pigs can fly—ha!


 * “S ** upper time!” came the young guard’s voice from the other side of my cell door. **T**ime to do this, now or never! **U**nsuspicious, I waited by the door for the guard to come in.

“**V**ery good, Annie,” he began, “you’re making progress.” **W**hite skin of the boy tortured my taste buds. E**x**actly what he needed to think, that I was almost cured.

“**Y**es…” I said. “**Z**ach, what’s my lunch?” I asked him.

“**A**lways the same, Annie. Baked chicken and mashed potatoes.”

“**C**ome and hand me the… yummy… food,” I said, drawing him closer. **D**iving through the cell, I leapt onto the guard-boy. **E**verything was going perfectly according to plan. **F**inally, I’d get a good meal in this place! **G**racefully, I bit down into his soft flesh and savored every morsel—every tiny drop of blood that reached my tongue. **H**umming in satisfaction, I bit down again onto the first //real// meal I’d had in months.