Shoplifting again!
They got me, bang to rights. Hope
they don’t lose the key.
Inspired by Magaly Guerro’s prompt on Poets and Storytellers United
and the first line of Arthur Koestler’s bleakly dystopian novel "Darkness at Noon"
“The cell door slammed behind Rubashov."
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