A Short Story : The Story Of A Prisoner

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Never in a million years did Hanson believe he would end up standing in front of this brick wall. Prisoner. That was the last thing he wanted to be. He was one and there was no denying that what he did was utterly stupid. He hadn’t meant to drive his car off the road and into the McGee family’s front garden. They had pressed charges and he had pleaded guilty because it was the right thing to do.

While something like this wouldn’t have given out prisoner time the way a murder might have, he had personally asked the judge to send him to prison. This had left the McGee family puzzled as to why he would request going to prison. They thought he was a little crazy. It kind of scared them but they knew that staying away from the crazy man was the best thing for them. Although, the McGee son paid Hanson a visit to forgive him for doing what he did.

“Hey, Hanson!”

Hanson stiffened. He was constantly the target of prison house thugs. He hunched his shoulders and sighed. He raised his hands like he was surrendering as he turned around to face his so-called ‘enemies’.

The man standing in Hanson’s sight line was a beefy, muscled man with tanned and long black hair that was tied back in a tight ponytail. There was a long sickening scar that ran down the right side of his face.

“Angus, man! Whatcha doing here? Did ya come to see your ol’ pal, Hanny?”

Angus clenched his pointed jaw and turned to his halfwitted minions who were standing behind him, flanking him like a pair of vicious

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