A short fictional story about a man in a Köln gestapo prison, written and read by Alexis Veenendaal.
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Tag: prison
Scratching Names
The tight press of bodies around him were just shapes, smelling of sweat and blood and the tang of stale urine. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, stifling a gag. The smell was on him now, like a baptism in a tainted stream that could not be washed by any number of holy prayers. The bodies around him shifted and murmured. They were animals in a cage, grumbling over the pangs of hunger and thirst.
That Colour You Wear Now
Today you’re wearing orange.
You don’t wear the colour often,
and I’m surprised that it looks good.
But, I didn’t buy you that outfit.
I buy