Miguel A. Rivera Jr

Father O’Malley’s eyes were fixated on this man. The hairy, tattooed, beast, that had committed any number of heinous acts. Knowing time was of the essence and that the Governor himself had denied his last appeal, he still moved with the calm of a man on a tropical vacation. Rinsing his face in the iron sink that was attached to a lidless toilet, in a drab, windowless, 5’ by 8’ cell. He then turned and provided the toothy grin with a gold cap at the front. His eyes were shove

Anna’s vision was still a bit hazy when she came to, but the smell was unmistakable. The pungent, rancid, odor of rotting meat. It brutally assaulted her nostrils. The kind of smell only generated when protein products have been left out too long following a period of refrigeration. She found herself in a long, coffin-like, metal box with the decaying remnants of food products. It was August and yet steam rose from her mouth every time she exhaled. Still in her cheerleader’s