Five Sentence Fiction – Distance
I knew what she was going to say even before she sat down on the other side of the table and picked up the receiver.
“It’s all right, Janey,” I said, looking at her through the scratched-up glass, “I won’t make you say it out loud.”
I saw her shudder and then she thanked me and pressed her palm against the glass.
“I don’t blame you,” I said, “ninety-nine to life is a long, long time.”
When she was gone I put my hand up to the glass where hers had been and held it there until the guard came to take me back to my cell.