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24th September, 8 am. Prison cell.
Sep. 24th, 2012 08:42 am*Peter wakes up feeling groggy and disorientated. Although not as bone tired as yesterday, his muscles still ache and cramp. Something nags at the back of his mind, something important that he needed to do and he rubs his eyes, mentally replaying yesterday's events, trying to remember. The first memory that surfaces- being shoved into the wards by Alastair, causes him to shudder and wince.
His fringe drops in his eyes and he pushes it back, noting with distaste the grittiness of mud on his scalp. Still trying to recall what it was yesterday, he heads off to the shower, limbs protesting against the effort and back stiffened straight more from cramp than good posture.
It is not until he is beginning to wash his hair for the third time (he hasn't felt so filthy since secondary school and it is not pleasant), that he remembers: the conference.*
Fuck!
*He finishes washing, then towels of and dresses rapidly, nearly running (well, hobbling quickly) to the phone.*
Text received from 07### ######
John,
my presence is required at Labour conference next weekend. Cancelling not an option. At least one of the events is after dark.
-Peter
His fringe drops in his eyes and he pushes it back, noting with distaste the grittiness of mud on his scalp. Still trying to recall what it was yesterday, he heads off to the shower, limbs protesting against the effort and back stiffened straight more from cramp than good posture.
It is not until he is beginning to wash his hair for the third time (he hasn't felt so filthy since secondary school and it is not pleasant), that he remembers: the conference.*
Fuck!
*He finishes washing, then towels of and dresses rapidly, nearly running (well, hobbling quickly) to the phone.*
Text received from 07### ######
John,
my presence is required at Labour conference next weekend. Cancelling not an option. At least one of the events is after dark.
-Peter
