Closed Doors

He slams his fists on the door.

“Let me out ya’ wankers!” he screams.

The bulb swings gently above his head. His shadow shifts.

“At least gimme a room with a window!” he yells, giving the door a final bang.

The door gently opens into the cell. He steps back blinking back the tears. He breaks down, slamming his fist on the wall built behind the doorway.

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