“Lights out in ten minutes!” a voice resounded through the iron and concrete material of the prison. These were the very words Todd had been looking forward to, for what seemed like an eternity. With a night stick, the guard who called this out, walked down the hallway and repeatedly clanked it against the iron bars of each cell as he walked. Normally, the sound was irritating and caused negative thoughts to flow through his consciousness, but as emotions are won’t to do, hate became love and he smiled at the thought of some privacy for the evening.
The lights of the prison were not controlled by a normal light switch, but instead by a giant circuit breaker switch, operated by a key. The guard raised his big keychain from a the holster by his waist and raised it up to eye level, where the switch was located. Miguel, the guard had been working the same job for the last 40 years. He was a brusk, Latino man, who had enough of a muscular composition to deter any of the inmates from attempting to attack him. His short black hair had turned mostly gray and then lines on his face became clearer over the last couple years, standing out from his tough, leathery skin.
With a quick snap, the lights went out. In the moment, Todd could see the particles of light quickly evaporate, leading to what became pitch black darkness. As usual, when the lights first went out, the noise in the cells increased, with people attempting to communicate with each other in the quietness. Todd took this opportunity to steal a quick sip from the flask, which had become sweaty in the grip of his palm. He raised the flask quickly to his lips and took a swig, as if somebody might catch a glimpse of him in the process.
To be continued…