The tiles on the prison floor were dirty and faded. Once white, they were now a dirty shade of brown, most of them chipped on the edges. The ones on the wall had suffered a similar fate, although several of them were missing.
The prison guard had been slouching on the wall behind his desk, his cap pulled low over his eyes. He looked up slowly as a woman walked up to him, clutching a big handbag.
"Good afternoon, madam." he smiled down at her. For a brief moment, he wondered what a beautiful woman like her was doing in a place like this.
"Good afternoon, sir." she smiled back at him. "I'm here to see one of your prisoners."
Just then, the second security guard who'd sneaked off to smoke briefly returned, popping a chewing gum in his mouth. He paused, looking up at the woman.
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