Ronald Edgewater, Junior tended to ramble a lot when he talked. It could be quite tedious if you happened to be locked in a small, enclosed space, as he and Vernon Lumsden had been since this past Monday. “I’m going to go crazy if I have to stay here much longer. I can’t believe we ended up in this small cell,” Roland complained.
“That’s the risk you face,” Vernon said, “when you choose to live you life as a mercenary.”
“Well,” Roland said, “the reason we’re here in this godforsaken cell is because you took some unnecessary risks. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten caught. I’m tired, I’m thirsty, I’m angry, and I’m hungry, and I don’t know if we’ll ever get out of here.”
“Roland,” Vernon said, “we need to turn our anger and our hunger into something that we can leverage to get us the hell out. When they come next time to give us some food, we’re going to show them what being hangry really mean.”
“Right,” Roland said. “Or die trying.”
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (Junior), Your Daily Word prompt (tend), Ragtag Daily Prompt ramble), Word of the Day Challenge (enclosed), My Vivid Blog (Monday), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hangry).