What A Strange Little Man (Chapter 1, page 2 of 5)


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Chapter 1

After a few stops in the marketplace, I headed for home. I knew my wife would be waiting for me. It was not a long walk to my house, just around the corner and up the street that was now covered with shadows from the setting sun. Thoughts of the man in the prison were still lingering. I was hoping my wife could ease my mind with a good supper and conversation. I knew he was not going home to a wife or a fine, hot supper. He would not experience the comfort of a soft bed and a soft wife beside him. Somehow, I was feeling pity for him.

Why him, though? He was not the first I had guarded whose life would be taken. Why should his thoughts haunt me now? Why should I care if he is put to death? My mind began to drift back to the day I first saw this strange little man…

It was a normal day just like any other day in the prison. The first time I laid eyes on this fellow I could tell he was not going to be an ordinary prisoner. I remembered all the men I had seen brought to me, all in the same fashion as this man, yet something was different. The heavy chains that bound his hands and feet were made so as to deter escape. If a prisoner did escape, they would not be able to run far, due to the sheer weight of the shackles. But that didn't seem to bother this man; it was almost as if he welcomed them. And if that wasn't enough to perk my interest, the man was calm. Most would be fighting the trip to the prison, making the guard's job that much more difficult. This man was not fighting at all; he was chatting with the guard detail walking on either side of him! His demeanor could not be mistaken for defeat, he was simply calm. It was really hard to imagine why he was acting so peculiar.

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