"Why have you stolen from such a fine place, what is your reason Mr. Valjean?"Javert interrogated.
It had been in the late 1700's that Jean Valjean took a loaf of bread for no reason, at least from the perspective of Javert. Javert was a cruel man, he had no reason to spare this mans life, for you very well could say he had a bad soul. Javert was dressed in appreciate attire at this time, grey uniform nicely fitted and buttoned. He had no reason but to throw this man in jail, as far as he knew, there was no reason for his living.
"Please, spare my life I'll do anything to please you, I will make anything to your liking. Your dilemmas will be my own, your pleasures I will celebrate. My life rests in your hands, just let me go this one time, and I vow I will never take from a living soul." Valjean entreated.
"Why would I do that for anyone, especially for you a thief!" Javert exclaimed.
"I only committed the crime to feed my sister's family, I really didn't mean to do harm to anyone."
"That's what you say now , but what about five years from now when I have this same conversation with you instead behind bars." He doubted Jean's explanatory say in this.
Jean Valjean only whimpered like a puppy dog in front of a child. Javert was still refusing Valjean.
"Fine, I suppose you can go, BUT if I see you again in this jailhouse, I promise you I will lock you up. And not just for a couple of years but your entire useless life!"Javert concluded angrily.
Valjean left the jailhouse and headed towards…
What would he do? Where would he go? Would he die?
Jean thought for a moment and thought of apologizing to the family but that would just bring more chaos to his "useless" life. So he walked the lonely, quiet, bare streets and walked, walked until he reached somewhere he would find a place he was needed.
To be continued…