When it was lunchtime, Jonas got in the line of food. The prison was high-security and his eyes kept darting to the corners of the walls, trying to pick up cameras and how the guards were positioned. Most of them held tasers in their hands, so that meant they either believed that tasers were good Read more…

Jonas was blindfolded, handcuffed, and dumped into a large SUV as all the soldiers got back inside the vehicle, leaving Jonas’ mother unconscious. Half an hour after they were gone, his mother twitched and called for her son in a weak voice, “Jonas…” When she did not hear a response, she tried to open her Read more…

*Ten years later* “Jonas… Jonas!!” A woman’s voice called out and a tall boy poked his head out of the car he had been working on. “Yes, mom?” “Lunch is ready and I’m starving, so hurry up!” Jonas dusted the dirt and soot off his hands. He was dressed in unclean overalls, his heterochromatic eyes Read more…

The man sat there with an aghast look on his face. He could not believe what was happening. He struggled to keep himself on his feet and stepped back a little before finding his chair and slumping on it. Was this some sort of a cruel joke? Destiny? The memories of the day flooded over Read more…

The waiting area was eerily silent except for the labored breathing of some aged folks sitting anxiously on the uncomfortable chairs. The small space was cramped with desperate people who wanted to get done with it as soon as possible. While everyone kept glancing around, tapping their feet on the smooth, polished floor, a little Read more…