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The Prisoner - Part Five
This is just my long February story. There will always be one long composition each month on my Patreon.
I'm offering part five for free. Sure, parts two, three, and four require a paid subscription. (As will parts six, seven, and potentially eight).
But access to part five... maybe it will entice more to sign up for a paid subscription! I appreciate everyone who has. And I will keep providing content!
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A knock on his door turned his mind away. Was he supposed to speak? To tell them to enter? Or were they going to enter anyway?
Without a peep from Marius, the door opened. He heard two voices, his lawyer and a man he didn't know. The man said, "He was brought here last night. He's only been here for six hours, so he probably didn't get much sleep."
She said, "Okay, thank you. I'll take it from here."
He heard her heels clicking on the floor. It was a much more welcome sound on this wooden floor than it was on the cement floor of his prison cell. He couldn't see her over his belly. But she emerged to the side of his eclipsed view, and he finally felt a semblance of relief from his situation... seeing a kind, familiar face.
She looked sympathetic and said, "Oh, Marius. There was no precedent for this. Not guilty, means NOT guilty. You should have been free to go home."
By this point, he had realized why his freedom was ambiguous. He was guilty of being fat. He was sent to this place, not because he was guilty of murder... he was guilty of obesity. And it was the first time a jury of his peers could punish him, solely for his size, under the guise of justice.
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