3. Press-Ups

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The routine is okay.

Waking up to sky and air is okay. Waking up to the cage and the shackles is what it is. You can’t let the cage get to you. The shackles rub, but healing is quick and easy, so what’s to mind?

The cage is loads better now that the sheepskins are in. Even when they’re damp they’re warm. The tarpaulin over the north end made a big improvement too. There’s shelter from the worst of the wind and rain. And a bit of shade if it’s hot and sunny. Joke! You’ve got to keep your sense of humour too.

So the routine is to wake-up as the sky lightens before dawn. You don’t have to move a muscle, don’t even have to open your eyes to know it’s getting light, and you can just lie there and take it all in.

The best bit of the day.

There aren’t many birds around, a few, not many. It would be good to know their names, but you know their different calls. There are no seagulls, which is something to think about, and there are no vapour trails either. The wind is usually quiet in the pre-dawn calm, and somehow the air feels warmer already as it gets light.

You can open your eyes now and there’s a few minutes to savour the sunrise, which today is a thin pink line stretching along the top of a narrow ribbon of cloud draped over the smudged green hills. And you’ve still got a minute, maybe even two, to get your head together before she appears.

You’ve got to have a plan though, and the best idea is to have it all worked out the night before so you can slip straight into the plan without a thought. Mostly the plan is to do what you’re told, but not everyday, and not today.

You wait until she appears and throws you the keys. You catch the keys, unlock your ankles, rub them to emphasise the pain she is inflicting, unlock your left manacle, unlock your right, stand, unlock the cage door, toss the keys back to her, open the cage door, step out keeping your head down, never look her in the eyes (unless that’s part of some other plan), rub your back and maybe groan a bit, walk to the vegetable bed, piss.

Sometimes she tries to mess with your head of course, by changing the routine. Sometimes she wants chores before exercises, but most days it's press-ups first. You’ll know which whilst still zipping up.

‘Fifty.’

She says it quietly. She knows you’re listening.

You take your time as usual. That’s always part of the plan.

Make her wait.

Rub your right arm. The metal wristband cuts into it when the shackle is on. You heal it and get a faint buzz. Then, you roll your head, your shoulders, your head again, and stand there, just stand there for another second or two, pushing her to her limit, before you drop to the ground.

 One                                       Not minding

Two                                       is the trick.

Three                                    The only

Four                                       trick.

Five                                        But there are

Six                                          loads of

Seven                                   tactics.

Eight                                      Loads.

Nine                                      On the look-out

Ten                                        all the time.

Eleven                                  All the time.

Twelve                                 And it’s

Thirteen                               easy.

Fourteen                             Cos there ain’t

Fifteen                                 nothing else

Sixteen                                 to do.

Seventeen                          Look out for what?

Eighteen                              Something.

Nineteen                             Anything.

Twenty                                 En

Twenty-one                       E

Twenty-two                       Thing.

Twenty-three                    A mistake.

Twenty-four                      A chance.

Twenty-five                       An oversight.

Twenty-six                          The

Twenty-seven                   tiniest

Twenty-eight                     error

Twenty-nine                      by the

Thirty                                    White

Thirty-one                           Witch

Thirty-two                           from

Thirty-three                       Hell.

Thirty-four                          Cos she makes

Thirty-five                           mistakes.

Thirty-six                             Oh yes.

Thirty-seven                      And if that

Thirty-eight                        comes to

Thirty-nine                          nothing

Forty                                     you wait

Forty-one                            for the next one

Forty-two                            and the next one

Forty-three                        and the next one.

Forty-four                           Until

Forty-five                            you

Forty-six                              succeed.

Forty-seven                       Until

Forty-eight                         you’re

Forty-nine                           free.

You get up. She will have been counting, but never letting up is another tactic.

She doesn’t say anything but steps towards you and backhands you across the face.

Fifty                                       ‘Fifty.’   

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