The Prisoner - Part One
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The bars of the cell clinked.
It was 16x16 feet in size. There was no privacy - just four walls of bars of metal, exposing everything in the cell... which contained a morbidly obese man, serving time for murder.
He lay in a gigantic custom bed. He was separated from the general population due to his immobility.
A young woman, a lawyer, dressed in a skin-tight skirt suit walked into the cell. The door clinked closed behind her.
The obese man spoke, mumbled by the fat of his face, "are you my new representative?"
She looked around the cell for a chair, and saw nothing, so she walked closer to his bed in trepidation. She replied, "Yes, I'm here to work on your appeal. I've read the documentation and am familiar with your case, but could you tell me what happened in your own words?"
He looked uncomfortable. If he wasn't too fat to move, he would have been squirming in his bed at the idea of re-living what got him imprisoned in the first place.
He looked away from her, basically staring into space. Then he said with an anxious warble to his voice, "it was an accident. Involuntary manslaughter at best. But they charged me for murder. I... I don't belong here."
She replied, trying to ease his obvious anxiety, "that's why I was sent here. I'll do everything I can to help."
A long sigh escaped from him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking of where to begin. Then he spoke, "They were taunting me. I... I don't often leave my house. And I wish I hadn't that night."
She was still standing, and kept adjusting her stance due to the 3in heels she wore. He noticed and said, "let's try to get you a chair..." As he pointed to the guard outside the cell. Her heels clicked across the cold concrete floor and she said to the guard, "would you be able to get me a chair so I can converse with my client?"
The guard grunted in a combination of annoyance and affirmation, then grabbed a chair from the opposite wall. He opened the cell and practically threw the small metal folding chair in, then the bars clanged shut again.
She set the chair up next to the bed of her client, got out her notepad and pen, then said, "so, tell me what happened that night."
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