The Captive -jackerman- -

Then there were the doors. At night Jackerman would wake to the sound of the back door opening a fraction, the soft creak like a sigh. He would sit up and wait. Once he caught a shadow crossing the moonlit floor: Lowe, moving with a deliberation that pretended to be heedless. When Jackerman asked, Lowe would give an answer like "I thought I heard the kettle" or "Needed the air." Answers. His explanations had the economy of people who had practiced being enough.

And you, my dear jailer… you just watered the dirt. The Captive -Jackerman-

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