Score
3a: an account or reckoning originally kept by making marks on a tally
The marks on the wall told a story. It was a dull story, but it was his story; at least, of his last five years. It was a story of sunrises and sensets bracketing hours of mind-rending boredom punctuated by stark, raving terror.
It was his own fault. His own reckless stupidity. A night of drinking, careless words, then the broken bottle and skull.
He wondered what became of the girl he had fought over, as the sun dipped low and cast barred shadows on the opposite wall. He sighed, his shoulders remaining slumped after the exhale. It was no use pondering such things. It was time to add to the lopsided score of man against time. It was time to make another mark on the wall.
Spot on, Sir.
ReplyDeleteWOW, very powerful.
ReplyDeleteI loved the reveal. I first imagined a shipwrecked mariner, then someone marooned, and finally got the image of the prisoner.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comments. For some reason, the prompt immediately gave me an image of scored markings on a prison wall.
ReplyDeleteI picked up on the prisoner thing too when I read the prompt. Nice job!
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