I’ve never been a religious man, but tonight I found myself praying harder than I ever had in my life. I was never comfortable with the concept of death. Now that it was looming over me like a dark and heavy shadow, I realized I was terrified.
The jail cell squealed open and the guards tossed a small man with torn clothes and a crazed look in his eyes. They slammed the door shut and the man crept into the corner just outside the light of the moon. I could see his beady eyes sparkle in the darkness as he eyed me. The stench of feces and unwash permeated the room making my eyes water.
I decided against speaking to him. The last thing I would want is to bite the dust from a crazy inmate pommeling me to death.
How unlucky am I? My father died two months ago and thus the reason for my visit. I just want to return north, that’s all. A man like me has no place among these crazies.
Suddenly, the jail cell door swung open and a woman stood in the doorway, her shadow cutting through the light behind her.
‘Dr. Listrum. Talk about wrong place at the wrong time. You’re a dead man walking, aren’t you?’
Dear God, save me. It was Dusty Rose.
-Dr. Marcus Listrum
Author J.M. Topp 