Electronic Doom

An electronic cage enclosed a man of middle age who stood in the middle of the cage. Invisible currents ran from floor to ceiling, but a buzz sizzled the air and burnt carbon infected nostrils, clothes, hair and skin. The man stooped with weariness, his bare feet covering the only dry spot on the concrete floor. He feared the water because it conducted the electricity to his hair and singed the tips of his follicles. His grandfather had locked him in his torture cell three days ago to prevent him from reporting his grandfather to the police. Delusion gripped his grandfather's mind. His grandfather safeguarded a theft he had committed in his imagination. He told his grandfather he would never turn him into the police but his grandfather did not believe him and no one would be looking for him because he had lived the last few years on the streets.