>six sunday : three

I remembered this week to submit something for Six Sunday. Yet another few sentences from the same tale. 

 He waited in despair, listening for the sounds that came, inevitably, inexorably, and always bringing torment. The room around him was stone built; the unyielding solidity and coldness reflecting the personality of his captors. His one joy was the moment the sun came through the high, narrow window. For that brief time its rays gave him a sense of warmth despite the desolation of his situation. All other times he felt as cold and empty as the room, knowing there was no escape, knowing his fate was sealed. Alice stared down at him, eyes wide and breath suspended for a moment.