Iain Kelly

The prisoner hung the bird feeder back on it’s hook and looked to the sky. No sign of them yet, but he knew they would come.

The birds were the only visitors he got now. Over the years his friends had stopped coming, either through choice or because they had passed away. He hadn’t seen his family since the verdict was given at the court trial. He could still recall her face as he was led away – the anger and the shame.

Another parole hearing was due next week, every year at the same time. It was time to make sure he wasn’t released again. He slipped the metal bar out from under his sleeve where he had concealed it. Danny, who unofficially ran the prison yard, was sitting surrounded by his usual gang of acolytes.

He strode over and smashed the metal bar across Danny’s face. Immediately he was set upon by four or five bodies. He put up some resistance before he blacked out. The pain would be worth it to make sure he didn’t have to return to the outside world.

There would be enough feed for the birds until he was able to top up their feeder again.

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