this morning #1175.

this morning, i knocked the padlock off with a rock & tossed them both aside. yanked the door wide open. that was easier than i thought it’d be. now that i was inside, i had to find a light. i ran my hand along the wall until it hit something sudden & sharp. i stopped & backed up into the sun. a river of blood was running down my arm. the blood drained away from my face. i braced against a fence, my mind racing. took a second look. the inner workings of my forearm were totally exposed. that shifty bastard must’ve found out that i was coming & set a trap. my DNA was all over the crime scene & i hadn’t even had a chance to commit the crime. it was high time to go into hiding.