Dear Neil Garriscond,
I met this afternoon with a Dr. Philip Ayres, the Acting-Surgeon of Wandsworth Gaol, and his assistant Dr. Giles Mennea, about a strange sea creature Id been lately seeing during odd hours of the night crawling in and out of cell bars in B Block. Having been the Head of Medicine for over 20 years, it was of course not easy for a man of such stature to swallow.
He grumbled a bit, coughing, then shot a glance over to Dr. Mennea, who said they would have pills prescribed to me before an evenings passing.
But not more than two hours after this meeting, I caught the sea creature.
Summoning the Doctors back to my new cell on A Block, I had them both sit, and called for two glasses of cold water for the physicians. When theyd sipped and I felt their stomachs were settled, I pulled a small wooden packing crate from under my bunk. Under two or three copies of the same book Id been sent by members of the family who never cared enough to notice they were sending me the very same book over and over again, there it was.
The Doctors both drew closer to me as I raised the small wet bundle from the crate and placed it onto the cot. Unwrapping it from a bed sheet, I stood back and let the doctors to themselves to look over the thing Id caught.
Boasting rigid pectoral fins at its side but not very reminiscent of a shark outside of the beady black eyes and sharp, crooked jaw, the body spread out underneath its head in the fashion of an octopus. Under a cloak of rubbery flesh protruded a tail with a high caudal fin nearly split in two.
I think it was caught in the door to somebodys cell and trapped for a bit, I said to Ayres. Probably, it had to tear itself loose for fear of capture.
Giles, grumbled Dr. Ayres.
Dr. Mennea was looking at the wall. Giles! Snap out of it.
Coming back to the conversation, Dr. Mennea turned from his studies with the wall and stared unblinkingly at Dr. Ayres. I . . . I cant look at it, Philip. I . . . really, I must . . . go.
The assistant bolted from the cell, stopping at the stair to A Blocks landing to throw up against the wall.
Please excuse my assistant, Ayres grumbled. His wife and child were consumed by fish, in the sea, late last year. Very large fish.
The Doctor took the sea creature Id discovered and carried it from my cell, back to his office in the Medical Wing. It is almost evening now and Ive not heard a word from him yet.
Signed,
Here.
I met this afternoon with a Dr. Philip Ayres, the Acting-Surgeon of Wandsworth Gaol, and his assistant Dr. Giles Mennea, about a strange sea creature Id been lately seeing during odd hours of the night crawling in and out of cell bars in B Block. Having been the Head of Medicine for over 20 years, it was of course not easy for a man of such stature to swallow.
He grumbled a bit, coughing, then shot a glance over to Dr. Mennea, who said they would have pills prescribed to me before an evenings passing.
But not more than two hours after this meeting, I caught the sea creature.
Summoning the Doctors back to my new cell on A Block, I had them both sit, and called for two glasses of cold water for the physicians. When theyd sipped and I felt their stomachs were settled, I pulled a small wooden packing crate from under my bunk. Under two or three copies of the same book Id been sent by members of the family who never cared enough to notice they were sending me the very same book over and over again, there it was.
The Doctors both drew closer to me as I raised the small wet bundle from the crate and placed it onto the cot. Unwrapping it from a bed sheet, I stood back and let the doctors to themselves to look over the thing Id caught.
Boasting rigid pectoral fins at its side but not very reminiscent of a shark outside of the beady black eyes and sharp, crooked jaw, the body spread out underneath its head in the fashion of an octopus. Under a cloak of rubbery flesh protruded a tail with a high caudal fin nearly split in two.
I think it was caught in the door to somebodys cell and trapped for a bit, I said to Ayres. Probably, it had to tear itself loose for fear of capture.
Giles, grumbled Dr. Ayres.
Dr. Mennea was looking at the wall. Giles! Snap out of it.
Coming back to the conversation, Dr. Mennea turned from his studies with the wall and stared unblinkingly at Dr. Ayres. I . . . I cant look at it, Philip. I . . . really, I must . . . go.
The assistant bolted from the cell, stopping at the stair to A Blocks landing to throw up against the wall.
Please excuse my assistant, Ayres grumbled. His wife and child were consumed by fish, in the sea, late last year. Very large fish.
The Doctor took the sea creature Id discovered and carried it from my cell, back to his office in the Medical Wing. It is almost evening now and Ive not heard a word from him yet.
Signed,
Here.
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annalee:
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malina:
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