dirty clothes! It was bad enough not having a comb or deodorant, but it was
absolutely disgusting that he had to wear his sweaty, smelly clothes again.
Eyeing his fellow inmates he realised he had no choice. He only had one
set of clothes! He could either
Thomas reigned in his rage, unclenched his fists and stepped back under
He could deal with the guards later, but for now the shower was more
Without wasting another second, Thomas soaped his body from top to
bottom. Due to the l
Without resistance, Tafari turned around. He knew when to retreat. There
was no way he would take on the guards. Chances were he would end up in
solitary. The semi-circle of his men closed around him. The gaggle of inmates
moved with deliberate
nothing much was happening.
He also didnt dare get up from his bunk to practice his martial arts at
least not yet. Drawing attention to himself did not seem a good idea at this point
in time. They should get used to him and his white face first. Once he h
the hot box, took a fork from the drawer and wandered back to the couch, all the
while spooning food into her mouth.
The fluorescent ceiling lights flickered on, although the sun had not
completely set, yet. The cell was bathed in double light, the triple
seats. He chose to sit with his back to the serving counter, because it gave him
a better view of the rest of the mess hall. Thomas placed his tray on the table
and sat down. He lifted a sandwich and opened it up. Something was definitely
pasted on the br
grumbled at the thought of one of her mothers delicious suppers.
I just wanted to remind you about Saturday.
Saturday? Saturday? What was happening on Saturday?
The pot clattering stopped abruptly. Youve forgotten, havent you?
No, Sybil replied, trying to
face was contorted with pain and he could hardly keep himself standing upright.
A thin watery stream of blood ran down his leg.
Realisation hit Thomas like a sledgehammer.
Oh no! Ohhh noooo! Thomas screamed silently. This couldnt be true!
This wasnt possi
in the wind. The conversation got louder and louder and the laughter sounded
like the braying of a bunch of donkeys. Three inmates started to dance, if one
could call it that. Lifting their knees high, they stamped their feet on the floor,
Thomas shook his head with disappointment, but what did he expect?
Grinding his teeth, he scraped the razor forcefully across his stubble. His
skin pulled painfully and immediately turned an angry red.
This bordered on torture!
Annoyed he looked over to t
The man with the gun grabbed Thomass shirt and began pulling him
backwards to the rear of the Chevy. Thomas stumbled a bit, but followed
The man who had first approached him stepped forward and climbed into
the car and onto the front seat.
Chewing slowly, he watched the two groups from a safe distance.
There was obviously bad blood between those two. What could they
possibly have done to each other so that the one called Tafari was ready to kill
the guy named Manuel? Did Manuel claim Tafari
One by one the inmates stepped forward, each one dipping a hand into a
plastic bowl placed by the door, before disappearing behind a tiled wall. When it
was Thomass turn, he looked curiously into the bowl. To his delight it contained
plastic razors: not f
shining with sweat, lifted a bottle into the air, held it to his mouth and drank with
big gulps. Even from a distance, Thomas recognised the label. The guy was
drinking whiskey! And not just any whiskey! It was Jack Daniels Black Label.
For crying out lou
they had left. If Judge Mynhardt had really been put under pressure by a few
wheeling and dealing politicians, then there was nothing much they could do
about it except appeal to the judges human side, and thats exactly what they
had done. If Judge Mynhar
inmates became quiet, passing out on the bunks closest to them, or simply lying
on the floor and falling asleep. Very soon, no one in Tafaris group was awake
any longer. Even Tafari was lying cross-wise on his bed, the empty bottle still
clutched in his h
stopped: men groaning in their sleep, whispered conversations, inmates making
their way to the bathroom, flushing toilets, squeaking bed springs, wailing and
screams from far away cells.
Although he was dead tired, Thomas couldnt sleep. His mind did not
hand. Looking the guy over as he walked towards him, Thomas concluded he
looked harmless enough. He was a slight fellow, several years younger than
Thomas and at least a head shorter. His hands were pushed into his jeans
pockets and he was smiling amicabl
pierce the heavy shadows.
His ears pricked up. Soft footsteps approached his row of bunks. Out of
the semi-darkness two figures dressed in prison uniforms appeared, treading
lightly, walking past his row and further into the cell. One guard was tall and
Thomas looked over at his fellow inmates. None of them showed any
signs of food poisoning. All of them were either sitting or lying on their beds,
surrounded by other inmates. Conversations were in full swing and raucous
laughter reached his ears.
the guards come into the cell in the middle of the night? Why were they
attacking the inmate?
Not one sound, Hawk Nose warned, pushing the young man forward.
Holding him tight, he marched the inmate down the aisle towards the cell
door. His arm still twis
body and another hot flush of liquid was squirting from his body.
Clenching his overall with his fists, Thomas let the pain roll over him,
grunting loudly with each gush. He had never in his life experienced anything
What on earth were they fee
His eyes jumped furtively from one man to the next. Nobody looked in his
direction. Not one of his fellow inmates made eye contact.
Thomas inhaled deeply.
Hed better stay out of everyones way. Hed better make himself
invisible. Hed never survive an attack
Thomass rest didnt last long, when the wail of the siren pulled him back
to reality. Looking towards the window, he noticed that the sun wasnt up yet.
Groggily, he sat up on his bunk and with bleary eyes he observed the enfolding
prison routine. The first
handbag, which was lying on the floor next to the front door. Digging deep in her
bag, she found her cellphone.
I thought you would never answer your phone, her mother chided.
Sybil rolled her eyes. Hey mom. How are you doing?
Ignoring her greeting
English were hurled back and forth. Eventually, the Brute raised his hand. The
flow of insults stopped abruptly, but the rivals glared at each other with
You better watch your back, Manuel, The Brute snarled, pointing an
work and in fact didnt have the time to spare, especially with the additional
workload coming in the following week when she had to start visiting prisons.
Sybil, her mother said quietly. Youll be here?
Stuff work, Sybil thought resolutely. Her family was
hour. He was tired and looked forward to putting his feet on the coffee table and
watching a good movie.
His car was parked next to the buildings entrance. As one of the first
ones to arrive every morning, he usually had the pick of a parking space.
slightly better, but there was no toilet paper!
Quickly he checked the next stall. Once again no toilet paper. Thomas
raced from one cubicle to the next, chased by stabbing pains in his stomach.
Finally, he found a stall that had half a roll of paper. The
he followed up with a punch to the mans ribs. His attackers arm came up
involuntarily and the gun went off. The blast was deafening. Thomass ears rang
painfully. The man opened his mouth and roared. Pushing Thomas with his one
hand, he positioned the gun