Life On The Outside

You get used to being watched all the time

After lockdown I’d sit on my rack and look out onto the block.

From my cell I could see, no shit, three different cameras.

They didn’t even bother to hide them.

They were right there in the open, but too high to reach.

I’m guessing the screws had one of those setups with a screen that cycles through all of them, or maybe a bunch of screens.

However they did it, I had certain knowledge I was under constant surveillance.

I go outside now and it’s weird.

Nobody watching.

I could do anything.

 

Royal Jelly

Wallace sat in the camp tent. The tunnel disaster had set them back at least a week, and they were already behind. That fool of a drunken Irishman had contrived to blow himself to kingdom come, taking a dozen prime tunnelers with him.

“What’s the chink’s name again?”

“Feng something. We call him Royal Jelly on account of him being good with the blasting gelatin.”

“And you’re sure he knows what he’s doing? We can’t afford another mishap like happened with O’Meaers.”

“O’Meares was always drunk, Chief. Nerves. Chinamen don’t drink. And you know, they was the ones invented gunpowder.”

 

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