Fiction: Going Gently

The cell door swung out, and Sherdon saw a beautiful young woman standing in the opening.

“Philip? I’m Jana, and I’ll be with you this morning. If you’ll stand up, please?”

She had a pretty smile, but she was not overdoing it. As the jailer handcuffed him behind his back, Sherdon noted that Jana’s dress was both low cut and short, but only pleasantly so, not enough to be titillating. The jailer led Sherdon out of the cell and Jana took over, putting her arm around him.

“It’s sunny and warm out in the yard. That’ll be nice after the cold cell and this hallway.” Continue reading “Fiction: Going Gently”