Letters to Anita : Letter 5

            A sudden searing pain jabbed at his back electrocuting his spine. He wanted to scream his lungs out but sound seemed to do the lacking. He tried to reach his hand to something at his back but the coldness of the steel sliced his flesh as he tried to. Someone was watching him. He tried to look but his eyelids were too heavy to open. Somehow blood has filled his mouth or was he hallucinating? His legs gave away and he slipped into a muddy ditch in front of him. He tried to pick himself up but it seemed his legs were chained to heavy iron balls. Suddenly he realized what the ditch was for and coldness ran through his body. A cloudy rainy dusk will bring the night soon. Calmness begins to envelope him and there is no pain anymore. He just wants to sleep now. As he slipped into his sleep a dark figure appeared over the ditch. He couldn’t make out who it was. Behind it the tree seemed like a grotesque monster ready to devour him with dark boughs. Or was it the figure. The monster started reading from a piece of paper. Was it his letter? It was barely audible to him. He did not care anymore. He closed his eyes and he loved the darkness. There was something very reliving about it.