Friday, 12 April 2013

Response 3: Great escape

The year was 1963.  I had been incarcerated for 15 years, I had broken 37 teaspoons and taken thousands of trips outside emptying rubble down my trouser legs. I had dug a tunnel out; it took me into the forest surrounding Parkhurst.  I was a stowaway on a ferry.  When it landed in Portsmouth whilst making my way to the new forest I was dreaming of the money hidden there.  At least £25,000 in crisp white five pound notes.

It was surprisingly easy to find, hidden inside a huge oak tree.  As I prised it open I trembled in anticipation.  There is was exactly as I had left it 15 years ago.  I peeled one £5 note off, first to get some fags.

The guy behind the counter looked at me as if I was from outer space.  ‘Where have you been mate?  These went out of circulation years ago!’

1 comment:

  1. Oh no! A fortune that isn't worth the paper its printed on…then again, he is an escaped prisoner. Should I feel sorry for him? Another good take on the theme.