Charles hurled himself into the center of the pack of savage dogs!
"Just keep going,” he thought. “Better to try to blast through them than to fight them.” And he got through with only one ear ripped off.
"So no one ever escapes from Devil's Island? I'll prove them wrong!"
Charles had climbed through the tunnel he'd been digging for 16 years, swam through the shark infested moat, navigated the minefield, and now came to a low lying fence beyond which was a flower strewn field and a strip of international land.
Racked with pain, he flipped over the fence.
“FREE” he cried. “FREE!!!”
“Ahhh choo! Ahhh choo! Ahhh chooo!”
“Nobody escapes from Devil's Island,” said the guard now upon him. “We know everyone's fatal flaw.”
And my fatal flaw apparently was my last post "Seinfeld, Starring Cookie Monster as Jerry," which received a response not seen before in Western Civilization since the Gallup Polls generating during the Bubonic Plague.
I thought of making myself the prisoner on Devil's Island as a sort of punishment but realized that I'd be as unlikely to throw myself into a pack of wild dogs as to sit through a concert by ABBA, so Charles was designated to plot the escape. You should plot your escape to the offerings of the other Friday Fictioneers on the picture prompt above by clicking here.
Nobody ever escapes from Devil's Island. And that's nothing to sneeze at!