It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck
to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field. The frosty dew on the black top made my
feet slide across the ground. If I hit any black ice and went down, I knew it’d
be all over. My pants were completely torn. In fact, my “pants” have been torn
to shorts. I was freezing at this point; I felt more than Jack Frost nipping at
my fingers and toes. When I’m done here, I’m not too sure if my fingers and
toes will last.
My hands still bound, I made it to
a fence. Six foot or so, chain link fence; I had no problem scaling it. I was
free. I could hear the dogs in the distance, however, quickly approaching. Good
thing for me, my evolutionary stand point has allowed me to escape the fiery
jaws of those thumbless mutts. As I listened to the sirens howling my
direction, I heard my freedom behind me. I ran through a grove of birch trees
and found myself at a lake. This frozen freedom trail is all I had left, so I had
to act fast, well, as fast as I could move in these damned subfreezing
temperatures.
The many fjords and peninsulas of
the lake made it a good place to lay low, not that I should, at this time of
year. I made it to about the center of the frozen highway when, halt. A light.
Two lights; now three. It was a search party. Pigs, dogs, rats, the whole farm
was in attendance; E-I-E-I-O. I’d had it. The lights were everywhere. Barking,
yelling, cracking tree branches. My senses were so overwhelmed I myself became
frozen. I stood, ice cold, frozen solid, in my wet shoes.
My time outside the cold brick
walls of my cell in this cold foreign terrain was up. Looks like Christmas will
be government funded and in the form of lethal injection. The fog was thick,
but my mind was not clouded. Clear as ever, I saw my way out. With a rush of
adrenaline and four years of weight pounding I smashed my way through the ice
and began to dive into my icy tomb. Just as I went for the hole, a shot rang
out. A blistering noise that, shortly after, made my leg swell with warmth.
That was it. My ticket back to my real hell. I’d be upset, but hell is a whole
lot warmer than here.
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