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It’s September 17th, 2019. My cell-mate is on a court run. We are both unsentenced inmates, therefore, we are housed in the A Building with limited privileges and maximum security. Such a high profile case she has, and no one thinks to interview the woman she’s been housed with since her arrest on murder charges about a year ago? Information is currency in here, a place where U.S. dollars hold no value; unlike a stamped envelope, a roll of toilet paper, a stapler, scotch tape, keys. KEYS! Oh, do I miss their pleasant jingle, that POWERfully ...
Submitted to Contest #295
I’m stuck on the transport bus next to this crazy mother I did time with in Juvie,, … Ohhhhhh what memories.“This guy?,” I think. “Really? Of all people I never thought I'd see again and here he is, just like me, cuffed, shackled and stuxk in a metal box, I mean bus.”I turn my head away hoping to stay inconspicuous, leaning against the area where a window would reasonably be expected, except, not here. This is a prison transport bus and nothing opens or shuts without assistance. Windows? I wish.Doors.Cuffs.Shackles.Our mi...
Submitted to Contest #255
“A HUNDRED DOLLARS?!! Jesus fucking Christ, Treesha where’d all the money go?” Drake demands, rudely interrupting my idyllic slumber. “I wass onnnn the beach innn Caboooh,” I moan, wiping the crust off my eyes and notice for the first time how sallow he appears. “A hundred BILLION dollars,” he’s repeating like a mantra, while pacing around our cavernous dwelling like a caged lion. Now it’s much closer to London’s Christchurch Greyfriars after the Blitz with only it’s tower and outer walls left standing. Our once opulent Great Gatsby style sp...
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