Time moved forward;
s.l.o.w.l.y
but forward.
.oOo.
He counted the days with the
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
moon, leaving marks on the wall.
First, charcoal, but later
blood
and then
nothing.
.oOo.
The
screams
of his brother
were better than the
laughter
of his sister-in-law
but all sound
F
a
d
e
d
eventually.
.oOo.
Sometimes, they walk by.
Guards?
Inspectors?
He wasn't sure.
It didn't matter.
They were never alone,
never stayed for long,
and he
quickly
stopped caring.
.oOo.
It didn't matter.
days
months
y
e
a
r
s
It didn't matter.
.oOo.
He would
w.a.i.t
for as long as it took.
Because those that were
faithful
would be
rewarded.