Home

The pillows were too soft for him, the blanket, too warm. He wanted to go back to where he belonged for 30 years.

Goes downstairs with a piece of broken glass. In a single breath he plunges it into the guard’s heart.
Sirens wailing, handcuffs clinking, bars closing and the lock turning.
He was home again.

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