“The devil would be powerless if he couldn’t entice people to do his work.”
Smoking quietly, however, is allowed.
“You can believe something really hard,’ Faith says, ‘and still be wrong.”
― Jodi Picoult,
insatiable desire or mania; bad habit
They changed the name of the City Prison to the County Hotel as if the prisoners were there for the pool and free breakfast. There was a free breakfast, but he really didn’t want it. He didn’t want it at all.
The windows scared the shit out of him. Cells, one on top of another and another, each faced by unbreakable two-way glass, allowing those outside, the Freers, to watch the inmates inside. Every action, every secret, every fist-stroke or caress, exposed.
He dropped his head back. You got out of County Hotel one way – dead. Unless a rich Freer bought you; flesh on the market.
What the hell had he done? Why hadn’t he kept his hands to himself?
The policeman, at the wheel, glanced back. “How old are you, son?”
The car stopped in the long line of vehicles taking prisoners to their new home. A lock clicked, loud in the silence.
He bolted up, wiping away tears.
The policeman met his eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Don’t let me ever see you again, son, you understand?”
A moment passed. A look. A nod.
Pushing the door open, he ran.
And ran and ran and ran…….
Now that is embarrassing!
A person who obstinately adheres to old ways in spite of clear evidence that they are wrong; an ignorant and bigoted opponent of reform.