Do Not Pass Go; Do Not Collect $200

Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.Today’s twist: write an adverb-free post.

First person to guess where I’ve been for the last couple days (and WHY) wins.

(Yes, this is why I missed a few posts…)


I sit, morose, staring at the wall of my cell. The smell of moldering wood and damp stone fills my nostrils. I feel my sinuses flare, building pressure.

This small room, not quite two meters square, does not lend itself to comfort. Hard floor, bare walls. No bed, not even a cot. Just a pile of dirty rags. Stenciled letters on a rough grey background indicate my location. Like I’d forget.

Exposed pipes, dripping water…this place should be condemned, or at least remodeled. The previous occupant managed to leave a small hole in the floor. An attempt to escape? Shawshank Redemption isn’t going to happen here. No one stays that long.

Maybe he was digging a latrine.

I sit in one cramped corner and stare up at the small window, then over through the steel bars, praying for this ordeal to end. Nature calls, but I’m not using the bucket in the corner. Is that even a legally acceptable bathroom facility?

I pick at the crumbling masonry. Dripping water has eroded enough that a chunk falls off in my hands. I dream of simply walking away, then glance at the black and tan guard dog in the hall.

No sleep tonight. I sigh, resigning myself to missing yet another blog post. Shaking out my stiff legs, I lean my head back against the corner and pray for rescue.


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Posted on April 18, 2015, in Writing is fun, Writing101 and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. You are definitely in a jail cell but my creativity as to why is blank right now! I am just so glad to read a post from you, was wondering what happened!! Now I am really curious about what happened! I know you were arrested for getting more than one dog a little tipsy! You had a neighborhood of dogs all falling over with drool coming out of their mouths 🙂

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  2. At the county tax assessors office or the DMV.

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  3. I caught an adverb – simply. If I had not, I would have nothing to say because I can’t guess. Sounds like a dungeon, something worse than a jail cell. I have never heard of a jail cell that is guarded by a dog. Are you going to tell us?

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  4. A bad dream,, you are really home in bed!

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  5. I’m going to say you are trying to fix a leaky kitchen sink. 🙂

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  6. Certainly sounds like jail ( or a truly awful camp) but WHY??

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  7. You’re in the “Big House” for sure. But why is beyond me. You don’t deserve to be there, so perhaps you volunteered for some strange reason. Can’t wait to hear what is going on. (I will not volunteer to write a back story for this scenario!)

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  8. I think you are in a jail cell and it is to get donations for a certain charity. Your friends and family had to all chip in to bail you out. LOL! (But they made you stay there for a few days to be onry).

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  9. A retreat for foster kids and child welfare people locked you up because you wanted them to be accountable to their own policies. You called them out and they turned on you.

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