Virtues and Vices

Juices still clung to the sides of the vessel when I'd had all that my body could stand. I slid the bowl between the bars and down as far as I could against the outside wall of my cell. I could see the reflection in its stained surface of the grimy fingers straining to catch purchase of the rim. Then sat back with my head pressed tight against the wall. The scrapping of metal against stone told me that it had been won. The smile did not fade even as the sounds of wretching filled the dungeon corridor. It was good to share.