Chapter 10: The Prisoner (Colby)
“Today’s the day–transfer day,” the guard yelled through the bars as he approached, calling me to stand with my hands out of my cell behind me. He put zip ties rather than cuffs around my wrists, linking them together, and opened my cell.
I’d been in this same cell at this same prison for ten years, or at least they’d told me it had been ten years. Who knows. Everyday was the same and I didn’t both having a calendar. Knowing what day it is when you’re serving a life sentence seems trivial, to me. Some guys lived and died by the calendar, believing and hoping they were counting down to freedom but rarely did they ever go free.
I was being transferred to a different prison due to over-crowding and now my family, who’d on occasion visit me here and there, would no longer be able to do so. Whatever years I had left would be spent alone. I was with hundreds of other inmates every single day so I was never alone, but I was always very much alone.