The Humble Highlight Of His Year

It’s been what feels like days since my ‘humble hatch’ – the hatch at the bottom of my cell door – has been opened, when suddenly I hear footsteps outside. Soft footsteps. Womanly footsteps.

The hatch suddenly opens and, sure enough, I see a woman’s feet, clad in loafers and socks. The feet of a stranger. A prison visitor perhaps?

Whatever, as soon as one of the loafered feet is shoved towards my prisoner mouth, I instinctively and unquestioningly kiss it, as decades of incarceration in this lonely place have taught me to do!

The aroma of the brown leather shoe helps me to forget my hunger. Instead, my pangs are directed towards the accompanying sock. Oh to be permitted to kiss that dark sock!

But, sadly, no such female order is forthcoming. Instead, the right loafer is replaced by the left in front of my imprisoned mouth. Again I pucker up and kiss the brown leathery shoe-toe. Then the shoe is withdrawn, as quickly and as silently as it came. The hatch clanks shut again and the soft footsteps grow softer – walking away from me this time.

What was this? It was, quite simply, the humble highlight of my day. Possibly of my year! 

All is quiet; all is still; for hours on end; inside my cell and outside. Until, suddenly, I hear female footsteps in the prison corridor!

The humble hatch at the base of my cell door suddenly opens, to reveal a pair of female feet clad in brown loafers and grey socks. A stranger's feet!

The right, female foot is unceremoniously shoved towards my confined mouth. I instinctively kiss the rounded toe of the shoe, whilst catching a glimpse of bare, female leg above the sock!

It is swiftly followed by the left shoe. No bare flesh this time!

Then, the shoe is quickly withdrawn, and the metal hatch slams shut. Sad though it is, this has been the humble highlight of my year!