celled

celled

Getting restless, Judas, the bag of chips, started to pace the floor in the cell.  Every thing about what had been going on was driving him insane.  The whole mess was confusing.

Another hour passed as they waited to hear from Captain Verdana again.  Whatever it was that he would say, Judas was sure it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear. 

A life time ago, he’d been sitting comfortable in a living room watching a sandwich plant seeds.  Yet, he left the comfort of that safe place to end up in a cell on a ship in space. 

“Fuck!” Judas, the back of chips, exclaimed.  “Rotten fucking shit.  Once, I was ignorant and happy.  Mother fuck!”

Miffed and stressed about Judas’s outburst, Liz sighed and rolled over on the little cot.  “Every thing will be fine, I’m sure,” Liz lied.