Stripes

David always hated stripes. They were too common for his refined tastes, he preferred fashion that only the elite could wear. That was a different time, now he was surrounded by the horrid feature that devastates his eyes.

As he was led down the stone hallway, he saw stripe after stripe. He wasn’t special or refined there, he was as common as the rest of them. To his left was a skeleton who masqueraded as a man, clawing at his arms until blood replaced his paleness. To his right was a giant of a man as well as a broken corpse... the third one that week. The blood covered the giant’s fists and his blank eyes stared at David as he was marched further down the hall. They were all equal in the stone halls, they all wore the stripes.

David was marched down the silent halls to a dark room with a lone chair in the middle of it. He was shoved harshly into the chair and strapped into it, beat whenever he bothered to struggle. He was no longer a refined man, he was simply a striped fool who thought he was above the law.

He stared at his shirt with broken eyes as the switch was pulled. The last thing David saw were the common stripes on his common shirt.