Gates unfolded. Jane’s hands were sweating, tingling, her face flushed. She could sense feet stamping, lips moving, hair flying, cheeks exploding in gushes of steamy air. Jane hated making new friends.
Jane searched for her mother’s hand. Her fingers clasped only air.
Another halting step forward. No turning back now. The gates dragged apart, wings that would never take flight. A push in her back, a rush, and suddenly the voices crashed through, the shouts, screams, muffled laughs, kisses of remembrance, embraces of collusion welcoming Jane home. Entering prison was just like Jane’s first day at school all those years ago.
Wow! Great story! Felt like I was there, and at the end—yikes!
Very well done!