By Dewey Dabbar
Jim had never found it difficult to keep his chin up.
It was thus characteristic of the man that during his first morning of incarceration, on stepping out into the prison yard, his thoughts would be dominated not by the claustrophobia of confinement, the expectation of ennui, or a fear of the unknown and the unknowable.
Rather, he considered the semi-detached house that he had left on that traffic-choked road leading to the chemical plant. Then he pondered his new home, from which wild moorland stretched out in every direction.
With chin held high, Jim sucked in a deeply satisfying breath.
Lovely story. And good choice of name!
Jim
A really satisfying turn.
I love a glass is half-full kinda guy! Great little piece, not to mention three square meals a day, and in the US, a free in-house college education, if one is so inclined.