As one of the four prison guards, I brought the new inmate onto the top floor of the D cell block. I opened the cell, but didn’t move. I took several deep breaths. We stood grasping the guard rail, not looking down. I get vertigo. I don’t know why he wouldn’t look.
“That’s your assigned cell block over there.”
“Why didn’t you take me there first thing?”
“No, first things first.”
The inmate groaned at my prissiness.
I said, “I can teach you how to fly.”
He looked at me with undisguised contempt.
“But before I do that, let me teach you all you need to know about suspense.”
The new inmate said, “Suspense? Like in a thriller?”
“Flying like off Cellblock D all by your lonesome.”
The inmate gave me a disgusted look.
I hollered over the railing. “Earl Lansing!”
I hollered again and the cell block quieted.
“Earl Lansing! You killed those little kids!
I started screaming: “Those were little children you killed!”
He caught on to my nasty scheme.
I pushed myself half over the railing, screaming as loudly as I could onto the cell block floor below.
I screamed: “You filthy f-ing pedophile!”
I didn’t have to look. I knew every con in the C cell block across from us was watching from behind his bars. The word gets passed.
“Those were little children you killed!”
He had gone all ashen. I had signed his death warrant.
I grabbed him and thrust him into his cell. I pulled the iron bars shut and the door automatically locked.
I stormed out. Left them to get down by themselves. I felt great. Who was going to rat on me? Who’s the monster now?
Justifiable homicide, right?
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