Flash 55 - Death Row

How could he find warmth and comfort in the filth beneath his feet? Pain from his open wound shot up his leg each time he attempted to settle for a rest. The cries from his cell mates would undoubtedly ensure another sleepless night. What had he done to deserve this? Death would be a blessing.

I was watching a news item on telly concerning cruelty to pigs in NZ. It was heartbreaking. I was shocked and disgusted at the way some farmers treat their animals. It certainly made me question the type of food I eat and the life it has lead before reaching my dinner plate. Steve and I already had a plan in place to grow our own fruit and veg (so we know it's natural) and hope to have our own chickens in the future but I still feel I need to do more to control what I'm putting into my body. I've made a pledge to myself to investigate where the food I am eating has come from and what has been involved in getting it onto my plate.

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Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss G-Man. If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.