*Harsh - releasing Sept. 4th.*
The lights buzzed to life, bright and jarring, signaling another day, a reality Vincent Rossi met with heavy resistance. Each day started the same. The lights. The familiar clash of metal. The bars automatically unlocking, and Gus, his cellmate, groaning as he rolled over to shield his eyes from the glare. Gus’s nickname was Geezer. Everyone had a nickname in here.
Geezer would never again see a sky that wasn’t framed by cement walls. Even when he had the chance to leave this cell for a few hours, he didn’t take it, but Vincent jumped at the opportunity like there were springs on the soles of his shoes. The confined space made him stir-crazy. That’s why he liked to sleep. In his dreams, Vincent wasn’t here. He was out there, fucking up like always, but not trapped like an animal. He would never be like Geezer. He would never get used to this place.
©DebraDoxer
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