
{"id":1699,"date":"2011-09-19T15:17:03","date_gmt":"2011-09-19T19:17:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/?p=1699"},"modified":"2012-07-15T20:12:01","modified_gmt":"2012-07-16T00:12:01","slug":"the-prisoner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/the-prisoner\/","title":{"rendered":"The Prisoner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/prisoner.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1700\" title=\"prisoner\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/wpblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/prisoner.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"585\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/prisoner.jpg 585w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/prisoner-300x128.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 585px) 100vw, 585px\" \/><\/a>The cell is small.\u00a0 The gentleman dressed in top hat and tails asks the jailer to turn the key.\u00a0 He steps in and asks the prisoner if he has a last request.\u00a0 The prisoner starts to drop his pants.\u00a0 The gentleman grasps his hand and says, &#8220;Anything but that now.\u00a0 Anyway, it&#8217;s time to go.&#8221;\u00a0 The prisoner follows the gentleman out of the cell and down a corridor lined with bars.\u00a0 When they reach the end of the corridor, two heavily armed guards step forward, click their heels and stop.\u00a0 The gentleman asks the prisoner if he is ready.\u00a0 &#8220;Do I have a choice?&#8221; the prisoner asks. \u00a0The gentleman orders one of the guards to open the door.\u00a0 The gentleman looks at the prisoner and says, &#8220;It&#8217;s up to you.&#8221; \u00a0Then he bursts into insane laughter and pushes the prisoner inside.\u00a0 With a loud, echoing crash, the door slams shut behind the prisoner.\u00a0 There is no light in the room except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling, shining on a bed in the far corner of the room.\u00a0 The prisoner walks up to the bed and stops.\u00a0 There he sees an old man lying on the bed, his head is to the side with his mouth open, vomit dripping onto the soiled wool blanket.\u00a0 The old man is fully clothed except for his pants which are pulled down below his buttocks.\u00a0 Repulsed, the prisoner steps back into the shadows.\u00a0 The smell of the vomit and unwashed skin permeates the air.\u00a0 Wedged between the old man&#8217;s buttocks are two slices of bread with a strange red, bleeding meat shoved between his wrinkled cheeks.\u00a0 A voice on a loudspeaker says, &#8220;Yes, you have a choice.\u00a0 Eat! 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And you go free.&#8221;\u00a0 Pleasant dinner music plays over the loudspeaker.\u00a0 The prisoner looks at the light, then at the blood drenched sandwich.\u00a0 The music grows louder.\u00a0 &#8220;Eat! eat!&#8221; the voice proclaims.\u00a0\u00a0 The prisoner slowly reaches for the sandwich and then stops.\u00a0 He holds his stomach for a moment and then puts his hand on the bread.\u00a0 Suddenly, pain rips through his flesh as a blade severs his hand from his arm.\u00a0 Blood splashes onto the old man.\u00a0 The prisoner&#8217;s eyes roll backwards into his head.\u00a0 His mouth widens to reveal gnarled teeth.\u00a0 He screams.\u00a0 The lights come on.\u00a0 The prisoner turns holding his bloody stub which now resembles a geyser.\u00a0 The audience of men and women clad in white sit silently.\u00a0 Staring.\u00a0 The prisoner&#8217;s knees buckle as he falls to the floor.\u00a0 Eyes wide open.\u00a0 Two men clad in white come in with a stretcher and carry him off.\u00a0 The lights grow dim.\u00a0 Dark.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><strong>\u00a9 2011 Glass Onion Productions<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The cell is small.\u00a0 The gentleman dressed in top hat and tails asks the jailer to turn the key.\u00a0 He steps in and asks the prisoner if he has a last request.\u00a0 The prisoner starts to drop his pants.\u00a0 The gentleman grasps his hand and says, &#8220;Anything but that now.\u00a0 Anyway, it&#8217;s time to go.&#8221;\u00a0 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,200,223,219],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1699"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3266,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1699\/revisions\/3266"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}