Electricity

Ben stalked from his bed to the solid grey door with it's small square window; glaring out into the empty corridor of the prison walkway.

"Where's my dinner?" he shouted. The other inmates of the Death Row wing took up the same chorus and began pounding the doors, clanging miscellaneous detritus from their cells, then quieted as the lights dimmed with a power surge.

Ben grabbed the short metal chain of his single light then froze as the arc-ing electricity shot through him. His eyes glazed over as smoke shot from his singeing hand.

"Never seen anything like it" said the Warden, "The State held up his appeal but faulty electrical wiring felt otherwise. Now aint that sweet justice?"





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