The missing W

For the benefit of the many new followers, I am reblogging this fictional short story from 2016. Everyone else has already seen it.

beetleypete

This is a work of fiction. A short story of 2000 words.

The hood felt like sacking, open weaved but still impossible to see out of. Where it touched his face, it was rough, like coarse rope or string. His mouth was dry, and he felt cold. Even without being able to see, he could tell that he was naked. His rear end hurt, and it felt as if he was sitting on something metal, with sharp edges. He couldn’t move his legs or arms. Something was holding them tight and secure. He looked to his left and right, as if that would make any difference. There was light somewhere, strong light; he could tell that, even though his head was covered.

Javed had been walking to work. Was it yesterday, or just this morning? He couldn’t be sure. The small van stopped just ahead of him, and a man…

View original post 1,884 more words

14 thoughts on “The missing W

        1. Ask him a lot of questions, I suspect.
          Or maybe they play cards and watch films? Don’t forget he was once great friends with the US, when the CIA was funding the war against the Soviets in Afghanistan. 🙂 🙂

          Liked by 2 people

  1. While most Americans don’t realize it, our Fifth Amendment in our Bill of Rights is an indirect prohibition on torture for it makes anything obtained under duress inadmissible in a court of law. Using torture outside the borders of the US should be prohibited by that Amendment. That the government chooses not to abide by the Amendment for “geographic or jurisdictional reasons,” and has for years, is a serious mistake as your story illustrates—it voids the rights of people and makes us indistinguishable from those the government is trying to root out.
    Very well written story. Warmest regards, Theo

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks, Theo. When I wrote this, there was a lot in the news about the policy of ‘Rendition’ of prisoners to unnamed sites. I was inspired to wonder how someone might feel, if they had been mistakenly identified.
      Best wishes, Pete.

      Liked by 1 person

All comments welcome

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.