Domicile: Under Reconstruction Part 1
Ralph Balmont walked out of a pharmacy located in a strip mall in downtown Mumsville carrying a soda. As he sat on a derelict fountain, now dry and long gone into disuse, he focused his attention on the sun he could feel, as a way to cope with the discomfort his trip had- in every other way- provided. It was too much to take in so suddenly- and so soon after getting released- and his mind had basically shut down as a way to cope with the burden.
As he choked back a swig of soda, Ralph felt like he'd been outright lied to. Was it not enough to rot in jail? Wasn't probation just a huge waste of money and time? What was the point?
It is all a lie.
Ralph smirked when his mind formed those words, for they felt perfectly accurate and true. Five years probation seemed unnecessarily long and unfair. Death would have been preferable...
As he choked back a swig of soda, Ralph felt like he'd been outright lied to. Was it not enough to rot in jail? Wasn't probation just a huge waste of money and time? What was the point?
It is all a lie.
Ralph smirked when his mind formed those words, for they felt perfectly accurate and true. Five years probation seemed unnecessarily long and unfair. Death would have been preferable...