Executing Mama

A True Story

Her

She was told she’d have a visitor, a man, one of few in the past twenty years, none of the others were men. She scanned her 7X12 foot cell trying to decide where she and her visitor would sit. He’d sit on the chair she decided. It wasn’t seemly for a strange man to be on her bed.

Everything was painted green.

Thank god she recently cleaned her cell and washed the worn pale-yellow sheer curtains she was allowed to decorate her barred and screened window issuing the only daylight she saw, not counting the overhead light…