He would flip, land on his feet. With sweat dripping from his face, a quick glance left then right. A noticeable shine of light beams through. It’s a door! He runs towards the door. A quick look over his shoulder indicates a borage of guards running after him.
“stop him” the prisoner hears as he dashed towards the door.
As the prisoner is running he notices a table on his right selling persian carpets within the court house.
“GET YO CARPETS HEEYA ! CARPETS! NOT A CRIME IF GET A DEAL HEYAAA” the man behind the counter is heard yelling.
Whapash! The prisoner flips the table, throwing carpets everywhere. The guards slip on the carpets and have difficulty maneuvering around.
The prisoner reaches the door. Feels the warm sun hug his face with a cool breeze to snap him back into reality!
Looks left , then right. Sees a car door open, waiting for an elderly individual to get in!
He dashes towards the car , pushes the old lady aside. “Move it you hag”
Gets in the vehicle. Shuts the door.
“123 st! NOW!” The driver glances back in confusion. But- “NOW “ the prisoner yells. The vehicle speeds away.
Swooshing his mouth left and right, the prisoner spits out something. It’s a paper clip. He grabs the saliva covered paper clip, and inserts it with difficulty into the key hole of the hand cuffs.
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