Prisoner
Twenty-Eight: River
I feel like I’m in a haze fighting my way to the light. I’m trying my darndest to open my eyes. I can’t move and by the way my wrists and ankles are on fire I know I have silver cuffs on me. I’m in a seated position. I take a lungful of air and hear the scrapping of a chair being pushed back, feet running and a door opening then slamming shut. I finally work my eyes open and squint at the bright light. I’m in some type of holding room. I see the two-way mirror and a door. Theres a small desk in the corner. I look around me and notice that the only other thing in the room is the chair I’m sitting on. I look down trying to see what kind of chair I’m on. It looks to be stainless steal because its not burning me the way the cuffs are. The chair is bolted into the
