“My Father had a profound influence on me.
He was a lunatic, can’t you see?
Now I’m up all night
Trying to bite
Everyone who pays the entrance fee.”
“Is she telling the truth?” The guard asked his companion, Ms. Jones. She was a veteran in an institution where the staff rarely lasted more than a year.
The prisoner laughed from behind the bars. “Step closer blue-eyes and you will see.”
The guard stepped forward without thought, just a mix of instinct and curiosity. Ms. Jones hand shot out, grabbing his freshly pressed uniform shirt. The prisoner behind the bars cackled.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my, aren’t you a pretty one.”
“We should be moving along,” Ms. Jones declared.
The white of the prisoner’s eyes glinted with moisture, a single tear fell down her cheek. “Oh but Ms. Jones, he looks so tasty can’t I just have a…”
Her words trailed off and a feeling the guard tried to suppress stirred instead with interest. It was only his second day on the job. He could feel the sweat forming on the back of his neck as the woman -no, the prisoner- reached her hand out. Her fingertip felt strangely soft against the hard curve of the guard’s knuckle –when had his hands reach out to touch the bars?
“Just a little taste!” The woman -no, the prisoner- moaned.
“That’s enough Inmate Limerick,” Ms. Jones demanded. “We should move along.”
The guard stepped back, shaking his head to break the trance. He eyed the inmate cautiously, worry coursing through his veins. It had been much too easy to fall under her spell.
“Yes, let’s go,” The new guard agreed.
“Go! Go! Go!” The inmate squealed. “But you will soon return, for once I bite I never surrender. My father had a profound influence on me….”
Written for this week’s #FinishThatThought