Exact Revenge
Chapter One
THERE WAS A TIME when people wished that they were me. The only
boundaries I had were the limits of my imagination. Now my world is
six feet wide, eight feet long, and eight and a half feet high. It's
less than you think. The only thing between the concrete floor and
me is a narrow three-inch mattress. I don't need blankets or sheets
because it's always warm. My shirt and pants were once gray. Now
they are the color of oatmeal. They are no longer stiff with sweat
and I can't smell them even though the guards angle their faces away
whenever they try to let me out.
My days are full. They last one hour. It is the hour that they give
me light. There are pests to be hunted and killed. Cracks in the
walls need to be filled with a mortar I compose from loose pebbles
and sand. My body needs inspection. My nails need to be filed down
against the block wall. An ingrown hair scraped clean. Small ways
that bring some order to my life.
When my work is through, I allow myself to languish and think about
the times when I was a boy. I like to tilt my face to the light and
close my eyes. I can feel the heat of the sunlight then ... read full excerpt from: Exact Revenge ebook
