“Johnson!”

I wake to my name being yelled my the guard.

“Johnson, come out and meet your bunk mate. How about you show him the ropes some?”

I walk out of the room and meet with my new bunkie. “Johnson and you are?”

“Crisinski” he said with a raspy old man voice. Like someone who has smoked since they could walk.

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It started with a letter. I got it on a Tuesday. Ev...

John always told me if something happens I was to go back to our spot. Every day.

That’s what I did for 20 days until they told me he wasn’t coming back. Enough items were missing for them to believe he packed up and moved on. What they keep failing to note is the man he told me about. The one in the long black coat with flaming red hair. He always was there. Standing. Watching. For hours. John ...

Penelope:

My head is thumping. I can feel the cold ground under my skin. I think it’s grass. Slightly damp with dew. Better than concrete. Must be morning. I’m not sure what’s wrong. The world feels cold. I can feel my bottoms around my ankles. At least I still have them. My shirt. I’m not sure where it went. I should’ve worn a dress. Stacy says dresses are easier to get off and keep up with. I’m...