Chapter 285: Chapter 285
Chapter 285
~Mr. Fanny’s dream~
When Mr. Fanny fell asleep, he was caught up in a weird aura of dream. In the dream, Lucy was donning an orange jumpsuit, with her wrist bound with handcuff. He, Fanny was also in his jail orange jump suit bound with hand cuff on the wrist, but he stood at a farther region. Lucy was being dragged away by the prison warden and also shouting for help at the top of her voice but to no avail. Fanny struggled to be of help to her but each time he tried to pull closer, a stronger force held him back. Suddenly he couldn’t see Lucy anymore even her voice couldn’t be heard at the shortest distance. Fanny had screamed in the dream and it sounded out…
And he flinched from his bed, breathed hard, glared around his bunk and wiped the sweat that corroded his face and neck.
“A dream, a dream.” He kept sounding within himself. He stood from his bunk and noticed that his inmate had fallen asleep and when he glared at the wall clock, it was past eleven. He snorted at the time that pulled backward down here in jail. Most times he looked up for time, it seemed to be too early or too late.
“where could she be now?” he whispered within himself and came to peep outside his bunk , only to see a handful of inmates chatting and playing games quietly into the night. He caught sight of the telephone booth and saw that no inmate was using it at the time and he deemed it fit to hasten and phone Lucy. Once he got to the phone booth, a prison warden flashed a beaming torchlight into his face and groaned, “Who the fuck is at the booth at this time?”
He didn’t hesitate to reply , “It is me, Fanny.” He pinned at his spot with his hands raised and his breath seized.
“And what is so special about Fanny?” the warden inquired in an interrogative groan that housed no joy.
“I just want to call my woman. I feel she is unsafe. I just want to be sure no harm has come upon her,” his voice had never housed fear and suspicion and with the dream he just had it was obvious Lucy was up for danger.
“Return to your cage this minute! It is late to make love calls!” the prison warden commanded and supported it with a furious beam of flash from his torch light.
Disappointed, Fanny swirled to return to his bunk with misery weighing down on his jaw, when he heard again from the warden with another flash of the torch light that came twice in his face.
“I allot to you sixty seconds.” The warden said briefly and turned on the light at the telephone booth for him.
“Oh thank you, Sir” kept sounding from Fanny as he made into the telephone booth like a hasty cat. Quickly he dialed Lucy and she didn’t pick up. “What the hell. Pick up baby. Pick up. Pick up,” he murmured, waiting on the third dial. “Shit!” he cursed. “I hope you are fine. Hope…” he breathed hard, as he could hear her voice from the other side. Her voice was energetic with lively rumbling voices and live music sounding on the background, “Where are you?” he queried amidst bass thudding heart beat.
“Oh baby, nice to hear from you at this odd hour,” Lucy replied from the other side.
“Where are you baby?” Mr. Fanny queried impatiently, glaring at the prison warden who had started prancing to the phone booth. “I guess you are at the club. What are you doing there by now? Listen up I had a bad dream about you some minutes ago. Can you hear me? You must round off with whatever that brought you to the club and go home. It is not safe any more. One more thing you must quit that shitty business or put it on hold for now. Did you get me?”
“Come on baby. I am safe. No harm has come upon me. I am catching a feel of my life in the club when I am done I will drive home. I am not outta her for the business. I am just clubbing…”
“Listen up baby…” Mr. Fanny wanted to speak yet further but got the phone beeping repeatedly. That was the end as the prison warden quenched the phone call with a press on a button, and then a warning smile at Mr. Fanny.
“Good night, lover boy,” the warden said with a wink and Mr. Fanny bowed his head twice in appreciation, unsatisfied appreciation though.
“Good…good night,” he stuttered, dragged a brief grin up his cheeks and retired to his bunk unfulfilled.
The dream was glaring and he wished he could wave a magic wand and appear before Lucy just to protect and keep her from the reach of enemies; from the reach of the law. Even when he returned to his bunk, his thought still gathered around Lucy, nagging what she could still be doing at the club at this hour. He had never dreamt a thing and it didn’t come to pass and this dream was one he prayed inwardly not to come to pass. He had never been sober and weary. And all of a sudden he became scared to shut his eyes and return to sleep. With his eyes darting and wide open, he stared in the space, and later at the empty ceiling before he picked up a literature to read but there was no enthusiasm. He had lost the spring to stay hopeful for better days. Something tragic was about to be fall Lucy and he couldn’t deny it. He wished she would understand and run away into a hiding place where no eyes would see her again.
He stood from his bed, peeped at the phone booth again and saw that the prison warden had brought his chair at the boot and sat against it; as though he wouldn’t want any inmate to make more calls when he would be fast asleep at his spot. His hands were tied now. He thought he could sneak to the phone booth and place a monitoring call on Lucy again. But it was impossible now. He wished he could smuggle in a sizeable phone just like several inmates did. When next he saw Lucy , he agreed within himself to tell her to smuggle in a portable phone with which he could reach her at anytime and anywhere.
While other inmates slept and snored into the night, Mr. Fanny waited for the break of dawn so he could appear at the phone booth and place a call to Lucy. Definitely something unpalatable was about to hit Lucy and he prayed she survived it or he helped her survive it, even though he was in jail…
Lucy was up for darker days…