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#5 - The Prisoner

 

     ...You get out of your bunk and walk over to the narrow slit of a window. Your reward for good behavior: a cell with a view. If they ever let you out you’ll find the skank and show her “good behavior”. Looking out you see the snow-covered yard bordered by razor wire and far beyond that, silhouetted in the moonlight, pine, and spruce trees sticking up out of the December whiteness like unlit birthday candles on a frosted cake. You pace slowly back towards your bunk and pick up a small calendar. “Through God all things are possible. Compliments of the Salvation Army”.Whatever. Let’s see Him miracle my ass out of here.

     Studying the calendar, you cock your head to one side and squint at the date. This is the twelfth day. Of the twelfth month. Of your twelfth year in prison. What are the odds? In the distance, the carillons of the old church begin to chime. One, two three… you toss the calendar on your bunk. Four, five, six… you walk towards the front of your cell. Seven, eight, nine… you lean against the bars, head buried in your forearms. Ten, eleven...

 

 

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