Escape

This was my third escape attempt, but no one has ever realised.

In my very early years I was kept in a special unit due to my age. This didn't have bars on the windows, our wandering off was prevented by the windows being made of a very, very tough and thick plastic.

So when I laid my hands on a soldering iron, connections began to form in my dim head...

That night I began to cut my way through a window. It was hard work but I had soon burned a half-circle through the perspex. My pulse was racing and I could taste the soon-to-be-realised air of freedom.

"Pop". That was all it took. "Pop". The melting plastic had run inside the soldering iron and blown it. Sitting on my bed in the dark, trying to sleep, it was the longest of nights.

As soon as I was unlocked in the morning I shot round to the office. "Quick, give me a fag."

"What's the rush?"

"In a few minutes you will realise something and I will be losing all my privileges for quite a while..."