Jailor

PRISONER

By October 31, 2019 No Comments

It was 7:15PM. Bradley flopped onto the sofa, beer in hand. This was his happy place – his personal space without those people he wasn’t compatible with in it – regardless what Osita said. His phone rang. He did not need to look to know who was calling.
“Hey, why’d you leave the party?”
“I had to be around people who don’t need me to pretend to be who I’m not.”
“So you’re alone then?”
Silence.
It hit Bradley that he’d been living in a prison society built him, and had been in denial about it all along.
“Yes.”

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