Alex Davis's Blog – November 2009 Archive (1)

PROLOUGE



A slight, muffled laugh escaped from his parted lips. The black, long sleeved jacket he wore much too big on him. A grasp on life, he said, a slight preoccupancy that would only last but a millisecond. He held the knife to his cell partner’s throat, smiling, wolf-like fangs glistening, somehow, in the darkest of corners.

“Scream,” the boy ordered.

The man gulped, not being able to emit any type of noise.

“I said scream,” he yelled, pushing the cellmate against… Continue