Amnesty

It was his 850th day in social isolation cell. Each passing day was swelling the harshness of complete loneliness, each breath was gradually turning into bitterness and his brain was slowly crumbling. Time proved itself to be his worst enemy and nothing could lower his agony. Any effort to see the face or hear voice of a living being turned futile and he was left screaming and sobbing. Tonight, when he was suffering his ailing existence, a nightingale came in the barred window and chirped once; he gasped out “hello” then closed his eyes forever and stole his amnesty.