By the advice of several worthy persons, to whom, with the author’s permission, I communicated these papers, I now venture to send them into the world, hoping they may be, at least for some time, a better entertainment than the common scribbles about politics and party.
When I came here a month ago, the intake guard told me I’d sit here in prison for the rest of my life and pay for my sins. I can’t imagine life after lunch, let alone 40 years. It hurts my skull just thinking about it.
By Melanie S. Wolfe Chris jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He put on his deodorant, carefully detailed his hair and smiled and winked at the handsome guy in mirror. This was going to be a good day, he told himself. He danced his way toContinue reading “The Window Girl”