Ignoramus

It was a beautiful summer-morning when Benny got out of prison after twenty-seven long years in the state penitentiary. The warm sunbeams stroked his balding head as the front gate opened up revealing a long-awaited glimpse of freedom. He smiled, said the watchmen goodbye and walked through the gate. Without looking back once he started walking down the grey asphalt road that swirled through the countryside like a snake through the outback. Away he walked from that cold place that kept him for so long. Away from the humiliations he had had to suffer all too often. Away from the insults he had to cash in time and time again. Away from the loneliness, the imprisonment. A new life lay ahead; all he had to do was catch it. So he kept walking. He walked for hours and hours without meeting a single soul. There was only him and Mother Nature for him to absorb. He had spent countless moments thinking about this day: the day that he would be free. And now that he should feel free he found it hard getting used to the fact that he actually was.
Benny walked on wondering about the way he felt when he noticed something happening in the far distance. On the horizon, clouds were forming and something was going on between them and the surface of the earth. Benny couldn’t quite decipher what it was and started walking in a faster pace towards what he had seen. As he got closer, he startled as a strange feeling gripped him that he actually did know what was going on. He kept moving even faster, his clothes clinging to his now sweaty body, his eyes fixed on the horizon, until he could make out clearly what it was. His assumption was right. He fell to his knees and watched the horizon in horror. What he saw, were bars.

– Back cover introduction of the modern sci-fi novel Benny and The Jets,
by Keith R. Mulhare Bsc

Ignoramus