Too Little, Too Late

Despite his initial setback, Allen West’s determination for freedom remained unbroken. Under the cloak of night, he fervently chiseled away at his confinement until, at last, he managed to contort his way to freedom. His heart pounded like a drum as he dashed off, hot on the trail of his fellow fugitives, the taste of liberty tantalizingly close.

Much to his chagrin, by the time he clawed his way onto the rooftop, they had vanished into the night’s embrace. A precarious choice loomed before him; retreat to the sterile safety of his cell or dare to confront the tempestuous bay waters. Fearful of the icy kiss of death, he chose the familiar, a prisoner once more, surrendering to the cold stone confines.