What happens when the balance of power in a prison is turned upside down? Warning: gritty, realistic and disturbing.
The porter’s mop hissed as it glided across the linoleum floor and slapped against the cellblock’s moldings. His muscles flexed with each push and pull working in concert with the constant swish, swish. The methodic rhythm interrupted the early Sunday morning quiet. A prisoner rolled over on his bunk. A toilet flushed. Officer Sherwood took a routine count. Her rubber-soled shoes squeaked as she made her way down the gallery.
When Sherwood approached cell 103, the door swung open. Suddenly, a hand thrust out, grabbed her arm and yanked her through the opening.… Read the rest