Chained
The chains rattled and clanged as they wrapped his arms and locked him down. They had left him there wearing the same peeled paint and weathered wood suit he always wore.
He hung his lattice in shame.
He never did know his crime, even to this day.
Michelle Sampson
I read this without seeing the picture. Hum…I said to myself. Then I saw the picture. Ah ha…I said to myself. In this case a picture is worth a thousand words but not so much as the few simple words you so eloquently wrote here. “He hung his lattice in shame”. Yes. Yes he did.
Carmen
I don’t know why but he just seemed sad. There was so much history in Portugal, it seemed like each building told its own story. If walls could talk…