A Show of Strength
by Meredith

"'Get the FUCK out of here.'

He delivers the line the same way every time. Slightly slurred with drugs, with a deep, hateful undertone that spits venom at me. He won't meet my gaze or even look at me. He sits slumped forward on the cot in the 8 by 8 cell, forearms on his thighs, and stares bleakly at the grey linoleum floor."

 

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