General Fiction posted May 31, 2016

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There But For The Grace Of God...

by DonandVicki

I woke with a blinding headache and a foul taste in my mouth. My face was pressed into what felt like the steel bars of a cage. This has to be the worst hangover that I have ever had, I thought.
As I fully opened my eyes I realized that I was lying half naked on a cold concrete floor. The bars were not part of a cage but a stark jail cell. As I pulled myself into a sitting position, I noticed that I had no shirt, no shoes and no belt to hold my pants up. There was blood and puke all over my chest and down my jeans.
"Hello, is there anybody here?" I shouted into thin air.
Nothing but silence. I looked out to the other cells and there was no one around. The cell was bare, with just a dirty toilet with no lid and a bare metal bunk bolted to the bars. Drab green walls and bars, with a naked flood lamp blaring from the ceiling.

"Can someone tell me what's going on? Why am I here?"

Silence, after my echo faded away, there was just a deep silence. I put my head in my hands and tried to remember what I had done, or how much I had to drink the night before.

Then I remembered, starting off drinking a cheap bottle of vodka that I had hidden under the spare tire of my truck. I had hidden bottles in my shop and in my truck so my wife had no idea how much I drank. I downed the bottle of booze so that I would spend less at the bar. I had been doing this for quite a few years and prided myself on the fact that I could consume a lot of alcohol and still function and still drive. Not so much as one DUI, maybe a pissed off wife when I came home drunk at 2:30 in the morning, but other than that not so much as a scratch.
Then I sensed a clanking sound at the far end of the corridor. I heard a loud buzz and the steel door opened. Two guards started walking toward my cell. One, I noticed was armed with what appeared to be a shotgun.

"Prisoner, up against the far wall and put your hands behind your head, facing the wall," the one guard spoke with a deep monotone.
The guard with the shotgun, stood at the opening of the cell and the other guard came up behind me, took one wrist at a time and put me in handcuffs behind my back.

"Turn around and follow me."

"Would you mind telling me why I am in handcuffs officer?"

The guard paused for a moment before speaking, "you are under arrest," he said as if it were a really stupid question.

"Your wife is here to explain and I'm sure that if you have any questions after talking to her, your lawyer will be happy to fill you in."

"My lawyer? I didn't ask for a lawyer."

"Keep quiet and move."

We walked from one security point to the next. Stopping each time for the guards to unlock and lock each barred door. I held up my pants as best I could by putting my thumb through the belt loop in back.

"Could I at least clean up before I see her, put on a tee-shirt?" I pleaded.

"Cleaning up is the very least of your problems," the guard smirked, "open door to visitors station," the guard spoke into his walkie talkie.

"Visitor door opening," a voice crackled on the other end.

A solid steel door bolt shot open and the two guards led me through to a plain drab, green room with plate glass on one side, a chair and a phone hanging on the wall. I saw my wife at one end of the opposite room. The unarmed guard took off the cuffs and I sat down opposite my wife. She already had her phone receiver in her hand, I knew that I was in for a good ass chewing, so to get it over with I picked up the receiver.

"I'm sorry babe, I am so very sorry."

"I'm sorry too Dave, but being sorry isn't going to fix anything this time."

"What do you mean, I will go to A.A., I will pay the fine and we will move on."

"Didn't the guard tell you?" She cried with tears running down her cheek.

"Tell me what? I thought I was In a drunk tank."

"You were drunk and got into an accident," she sobbed, "you killed two people, one was a little girl."

She got up and let the receiver fall out of her hands and ran crying from the room.

I sat there stunned and looked at the receiver in disbelief. This can't be happening, even if I was drunk I think that I would remember an accident.

"Prisoner stand up," the guard ordered.

I sat there unable to stand, I had no will power and no desire to move. My mind went totally blank.

"Stand up." The guard shouted in my ear.

I could not move, I felt paralyzed, unable to accept reality. This cannot possibly be happening to me. I would never want to hurt any one. The very next thing that I felt was a sharp pain in my wrist as the guard jerked me out of my seat and proceeded to put the hand cuffs back on me.

"Do you still have any questions?" The guard asked with a note of sarcasm.

"Do you suppose I could borrow the other guard's shotgun for a moment?"

"You can't get out of this one as easy as getting drunk or blowing your head off."

The guards went through each security lock, with me in tow.

The Cage contest entry


How many of us, my self included, have come this close? There but for the grace of God. DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.
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