Give Us This Day (standard:humor, 270 words)
Author: mr shaw	Added: Mar 12 2002	Views/Reads: 3403/3	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
An existential tale of torture and persecution?

I do not know why I have been taken from my companions and left here
alone in the dark. I cause no harm, I do no wrong, I break no laws. I 
do not deserve this fate, this maltreatment. 

Although I am alone, I can sense another of our band nearby, but I
cannot make out where. This is of little comfort - surely the same fate 
awaits us both. 

The cage tightens around me with a metallic click. I cannot move. 

Instant warmth, then heat, unbearable, everywhere. No hiding place, no
shadow, all around, everything turned orange by it. What is this 
torture? Why me, I only exist for the benefit of others, I do no harm. 
This torment is deserving of others. 

My skin crackles, hardens, singes. It is hard to think, to keep hold.
Who is my persecutor? Why am I inflicted so? What purpose can such 
agony serve when I know nothing? As the minutes pass, I think of this, 
and my brothers. Is the same fate befalling my companion in this 
purgatory? Has he been allowed respite? 

And as the minutes pass I feel more deep pain, penetrating into my very
heart, heating my flesh until my very soul is on fire. I cannot feel 
pity for my tormentor, though surely I must for forgiveness is more 
than I can offer. 

And the pain and the agony and the burn worsen. I am burnt. I am gone. I
am dead, my fate is here. I am finished. I am burnt. I am, I am dead. I 
am, I am - CLUNK - I am toast. 


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