Wall of Friends

            As he sat on the cold, stone floor, he thought about the events of the day. There was a stool and a bed – but they were both as hard as the floor. A merciless breeze rushed in from the small vent overhead, swooping low as if it were a large seagull searching for a small fish – then finding its way into the short sleeves and pant legs of Brian’s clothing. He had felt this cold, stiff breeze earlier this morning – in the courtroom when the Judge pronounced his sentence. He could see just as clear...

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