The Convict
Photo prompt © CEayr
Surprisingly they were all there; wife, two boys and their wives. He wasn’t
sure if they would all come.
But their eyes were as bleak and grim as the prison cell he had just
left.
‘They don’t believe me. And why should they? Am I not a convict who
spent ten years in the prison?’
He had desperately wished that at least his wife would believe him. She
had sometimes said that the judge had been unjust. But he thought her protestations
were weak.
He wanted to ask her if she truly believed that he was innocent. But he didn’t.
He felt he was only moving from one prison to another.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 111
A very relevant take on the prompt. And it must be true of many convicted wrongly. Well done.
ReplyDeletethanks Sandra
DeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteThese days we're finding out how many have been wrongly incarcerated. Pity we didn't have DNA testing all those years and wasted lives ago. Your last line says a lot. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle
DeleteThat is so sad.
ReplyDeleteCan you ever get through the feeling that there is no smoke without a fire.
ReplyDeletethanks bjorn
DeleteSigh...
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DeleteTruly sad. Poor man. It must happen many times. Good writing, I.B. ---- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzanne
DeleteWrongly convicted is a good take on this one.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by
DeleteA touching glimpse into the mind of this man. I love your ending - it would feel like being imprisoned if his loved ones didn't believe him.
ReplyDeletemore than the injustice it's the distrust of loved ones that hurts. thanks for stopping by
DeleteGreat take on the prompt, well written. I could sense his hopelessness.
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DeleteNice short story. Moving from physical to mental prison. Aren't we all trapped in our mental prisons? Nice end.
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