‘A BRILLIANT IDEA’ By Shameer Abdullah

“Get in the car!” said the policeman simultaneously pushing my head down and throwing me into the car.

My hands were cuffed behind my back. The policemen driving the car would constantly give me an eagles eye. I was being taken to the court. My brother-in-law had sentenced a file against me in the court accusing me of giving my wife (Rebecca) unprescribed pills, which lead to her death.

The judge sentenced me forty years of imprisonment; my brother-in-law had a better lawyer. John and Jim instantly became my good friends. The two brothers had chocked their father because of the fact that he would come home drunk and physically abuse their mother. The two policemen were dragging me to my prison. The passing prisoners questioned me.
“What brought you here?” asked the prisoner.
“I stole candy from the kids in the park,” said (in a clumsy voice) the other prisoner mocking me.
The policemen banged his stick towards the metal door.
“Quiet gentlemen!” said the policemen.
They pushed me inside the cubical room: white walls, broken basin, water dripping from the tap.
It was all that I had seem in the movies. My heart could not accept that I was to stay for the next forty years.
Days never seemed to pass by. Minutes turned into hours. Daily, I would get cold porridge for every meal. Laundry took place after every two days. Every Tuesday was cleaning day. Since I joined recently I was given most of the work. Toilets…I had to clean toilets.
I layed on my bed; I would often stare at the top wall. A brilliant idea struck me. The family of the prisoners would often send them some valuable things. Unlike me, no one sent me
anything. I shared my thoughts with John and Jim. I requested them if a hammer(small)
could be smuggled in. The policemen searched our room and would have surely found the hammer so I needed a place to hide it.
I also requested for a poster of ‘Lady Macbeth’, a very captivating young lady (a singer).
Her voice was the last thing I had ever heard on the radio. I stuck the poster on the wall and behind the poster I started digging a hole. A hole big enough from which i could pass.
Days flew by, months felt like minutes. I used to keep digging the hole at every night. I had not slept in years. I had sacrificed my sleep for freedom. I was a learned man and the head of prison would often take my advice. He made me read books and made me help other people learn.
Slowly, he built his trust into me. On the other hand, I had to hide my hammer. I had made a cut out in a book which made my hammer fit in the book. It fit so perfectly, it was like a match made in heaven.
Daily, I would go out to the library and take my hammer. I would dig the hole at night and the following day I would place the hammer in the book. It was all turning out so well. It was the perfect prison escape plan…
This was it! It was the day I earned freedom. I could finally look at: the birds chirping,
the youth begging their mothers to buy them ice-cream, the dog chasing its tail. I decided to escape the prison at night(since all bad things happen at night). But also the fact that there was a lesser audience to watch me escape.
I crawled my way through the hole towards freedom. I was overwhelmed but nervous at the same time. Nervous because of the fact that Jim and John would tell the on me out of jealousy.
I saw some moonlight at night the end of the hole. I could smell freedom. I hit my face on the ground and with immense difficulty plucked myself up from the ground. I fell down to my knees and looked at the captivating sky. I was a free-man.

About froebelianwriters

I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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