Open Starter || Prisoners
There is a soft grunt of effort that can be heard along the corridor, along with a shifting sound, both constant and repetitive. It’s out-of-place. Here, it’s a sound so far unheard in the stillness of lock-down, but heard it is today - and what could have been imagination was made real by the sight that came with it.
Breathless, he passes into view of the reinforced glass, and grins.
















