"Lights out ladies!!"
After a large click the entire jail fell to silence. All was dark except for one special cell that held one familar teenage boy in it.
Dimitri kicked the bars that surrounded him. "If only I had just ran a little faster and not stopped to help that woman.. I'd.." He cursed a few more times and paced the imprisonment like an anxious tiger waiting to strike. Finally, he had settled his temper and sat against the wall with a small toliet/sink.
"A bit young to be behind bars aren't we?"
The dark haired boy spun around to see a really old man sitting in the cell across from him. "What the heck do you know? For all I could be just really young looking." Dimitri spat at his cellmate.
The old man shook his head. "I remember being like that; thinking I owned the world and could do anything." Dimitri rolled his eyes as the elder remensiced about the "good days."
"So, what did you do to land in here for the night?"
Now the fifteen-year-old boy had to blush for the stupidity that would come from his answer.
"I stole.... an apple." He sighed wondering when the old man's guffawing with what little teeth he had left, but instead nothing but silence came.
"Thats not too bad, nothing compared to what I tried. I on the other hand won't be let off too easily." The old mans brow wrinkled so far it hugged his dusty glasses with a small crack on one side. "Tried to steal some supplies for a sickly family who lives next to me.."
Dimitri's face turned slightly pale. He knew the consiqunces for stealing medicine, especially since the comunists had taken St. Petersburg. This would be the last time he'd ever speak to this kind man.
The next day as the guards finally let Dimitri go back to his life on the streets, he watched as they loaded up the man he had been next to his cell. As he walked back to the empty palace where he was staying, he swore he'd never forget that people in this cold world were still kind and cared for one another.
Eh, hate it... or love it.. took me ten mins..