Looking Down To See Up: A Prison Epiphany

Abstract

Open 7!” The guard grunts to his fat companion sitting in the control booth of the cell block. With a flip of an unseen switch my cell door grinds open. “Welcome back, Ortiz,” the guard sneers with a crooked grin I want to kick down his throat. “Didn’t last too long, did ya?”

Journal
Reflections: A Journal of Community-Engaged Writing and Rhetoric
Published
2004-12-01
DOI
10.59236/rjv4i1pp114-116
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