Day 18 - MORNING to AFTERNOON
There was a hole on the far end of the cell wall. That was strange; he'd never seen it there before. And he'd seen a whole lot of this room for a very long time now. But now there was a little hole in the concrete, just about big enough to get a finger through - maybe two if you really coaxed and pressed some - and Saïx lay flat on his belly with an eye pressed against it to see what was on the other side with almost child-like glee.
There was light in there: dull and warm just like in his own room. Like a window high up on the wall, and a ceiling lamp. Just like his. It was probably another cell then. He could hear something moving in there however, and it crawled all over his curiosity like a cockroach. Was it another person? Or one of those horrid rats? Or maybe just that - an insect? Whatever it was, he was anxious to see it, and so started clawing away at the crumbling mortar, satisfied at seeing it fall away in flakey, white pieces under his hard nails.
There was light in there: dull and warm just like in his own room. Like a window high up on the wall, and a ceiling lamp. Just like his. It was probably another cell then. He could hear something moving in there however, and it crawled all over his curiosity like a cockroach. Was it another person? Or one of those horrid rats? Or maybe just that - an insect? Whatever it was, he was anxious to see it, and so started clawing away at the crumbling mortar, satisfied at seeing it fall away in flakey, white pieces under his hard nails.