Birmingham Jail Short Story

“I shrank back-but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length, for my scared and writhing body, there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm of the prison.” I finally realized I had to stop analyzing the room and situation I was in and make a decision. I looked at the board that was not too far away from me. It appeared to be big enough that it would fit down against the inner walls of the pit. It was a long shot but seeing how I had no other option I went for it. Quickly I grabbed the board and threw it into the pit. Praying it would finally catch on the sides of the pit and just lay across. Thankfully my plan worked perfectly the board catches and wedges to the walls of the pit. It all happened so suddenly the walls were getting closer I

It felt like years. Every so often a rat would come up and i would catch them and eat them to survive. I felt myself becoming very very weak it became difficult to even open my eyes every day. I was sure I was going to die, I could feel it. I started thinking what would have happened if I would have just accepted my fate, and burned to death by the closing firey walls. I would have died faster that is for sure. I would not be suffering so much. I decided it was time to sleep once again so I layed down on the board and said to myself “I am never getting out of here” then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was later woken up by a conversation above. “How long ago did you close the walls?” The French General asked. “Well sir, it has been about two weeks” Bob explained to the General. There was a long pause and then the General asked “I mean are you sure he is dead?” They must have walked away cause I could not hear them any longer. Once the voices faded away I thought for sure I was going to die down here. I lost all hope and immediately regretted not allowing the walls to crush and burn me to