Captive

January 14, 2009
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His prison uniform had been on so long he couldn’t feel his skin. Fear consumed him when ever a fellow convict passed by. He knew which ones like to take out their frustrations on others, especially him. A jingling key made him jump. “You’re free to go son.” The office had closed for the day.





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