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Half A Life

Colin tossed and turned in bed, struggling to position himself comfortably under the sheets and on the pillow and mattress, ignoring the creaks and shuffling echoing all around him. It was his first week in prison, and he was frightened by the two prospects that he faced: he got used to the schedule and routine, and would thus have difficulty re-adjusting once his 10-year sentence was done; or he would never get used to the routine, and would fall prey to one of the many bullies and aggressors surrounding him. Meanwhile, on the outside, Jennifer Pram’s mother would never go to her daughter’s graduation, never watch her walk down the aisle, never be there for the birth of her first child, and she would never hear her laugh again.

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2 thoughts on “Half A Life

  1. Moody Paper on said:

    After reading that last sentence twice, given the span of 16 hours and more distance, it took on the opposite meaning of what I initially thought. Personal experience colors so much.

  2. Moody Paper on said:

    well, personal experience and excellent writing. Credit where credit is due…

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