#430 Bedtime - Theatrical Muse Ficlet

[nealgcaffrey]

Dinner was to say the most edible. To say the least it was warm. Each forkful took an act of will. The plastic fork wasn’t sturdy, so I it was perfect for the small bites I was taking. We couldn’t have real forks. They might be made into a weapon, and I for one was happy about that. It was my first night in prison, but I knew it was only a matter

Comments

[pipilj]

Really Well written.

[nealgcaffrey]

Thanks, I'm not sure I have Neal's voice down yet, but I'm working on it.