I walked through the corridors before stopping at a phone booth.
"Sit",a male officer decked in dark uniform pulled out a chair for me, his baton in his other hand looking armed and ready.
I sat down, staring beyond the transparent bullet proof glass before me - my expression blank.
A middle aged man claded in the signature orange prison wear and cuffed around his hands was pushed in. He had his head facing down, his hair was long, overgrown and disheveled.
"Prisoner 3546, you have a visitor.", the police officer from the other side nudged him forward, making him seat against his own will.
He raised his head, his hollowed eyes filled with expectations, while i locked eyes with his sunken gaze. His bruised lips trembled , his fear getting the best of him.
I laughed - a sort of l
