Part 2: Into the EyesMy wife nudges me to wake up, but I just roll over and hide under the covers. She eventually coaxes me from bed. I drag myself into the bathroom and lazily get ready for my day. I emerge in full security guard uniform.Part 2: Into the Eyes
I began my career as a police office, working the streets of my ever-busy, never-sleeping city, but for overly complicated reasons, I became a security guard on death row. When I arrive at work, one of the other guards tells me that we received a new tenant. I decide I should inspect our newest arrival and give him a warm welcome to his final home.
As I walk down the row, I greet a few of the other gu
Part 1: The EyesThere once was a man. He had a simple life. He was single. He lived in an apartment. He had a cat. His name was James. He was on death row. And this is his story.Part 1: The Eyes
He lived across form an old lady, Mrs. Lidia. She was his landlady and they got along well. He would carry in her groceries when her arthritis acted up. She would invite him over for tea and they would chat for hours about nothing. When it got late, he would go back across the hall and end the night with a simple, "See you tomorrow."
In the morning, he would feed his cat, make breakfast for one, read the paper and head to work. He worked at a grocery store
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Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. \"You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn’t you? You couldn’t just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?\"
- Jace
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