This short story is about dealing with isolation while in prison.
We walked down the paved pathway. Dog and girl. Her red leash jingled. It was definitely not a gorge or even a forest; it was barely even a park. The path circled the perimeter of the tiny field and swing sets. We stopped midway and entered the secluded dirt path. It wasn’t a hiking trail, … More It was Our Spot
She woke to the clonking sounds of wagon wheels hitting an uneven road. She stretched her hands towards the ceiling. There was an ache that wasn’t there yesterday; it pinched right between her shoulder blades. She dragged herself across the wood floors and plopped down on the toilet which stood only a few feet from … More Just Another Day