Hardtime100 Challenge #8: View "First Glance: Beecher"
The second part to the first part. Hmm.. that came out kind of redundantly. Anyway, it's the same scene, different PoV. Sort of a he said/he said type deal.
Another day, another cellmate. The musical chairs of Em City starts another round. But this one... well, he was hard to gauge. Broken arm, broken posture and that giant tattoo adorning his bicep. Had to be a story there.
He's cooler than the rest, barely flinches at my questioning, even manages to fire off a zinger of his own.
"I do what I have to."
Touché, tough guy. But this is my game, so no matter how sexy or slick you think you're being, I call the shots here. I give him a taste of rhyming Beecher. Now he flinches. Now he knows.
Another day, another cellmate. The musical chairs of Em City starts another round. But this one... well, he was hard to gauge. Broken arm, broken posture and that giant tattoo adorning his bicep. Had to be a story there.
He's cooler than the rest, barely flinches at my questioning, even manages to fire off a zinger of his own.
"I do what I have to."
Touché, tough guy. But this is my game, so no matter how sexy or slick you think you're being, I call the shots here. I give him a taste of rhyming Beecher. Now he flinches. Now he knows.