Poison Pen

My first impression was when I peered out the narrow window across from my cell and saw the leaves changing color. Then it hit me. Next year, at this same time, I would be watching the leaves change from this same building. My gut wrenched and I sat down on my bunk. I had a few pieces of paper to begin with and I got down on my knees, using my bunk as a table, and began to write. The noise was ove...