Boulder County Jail

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Boulder County Jail

Shannon's, a working man's bar, lit up at night with music, a colorful clientele, and a legendary bouncer. Sam was glassy-eyed, a towering, thick-boned giant, and a mean sonofabitch on all accounts.

The pub had two large rooms. One featured a long bar with sweet-ass Judy pouring drinks for her admirers. The other had a stage. The bands never sound checked, and it was deafening on the weekends.

A strong back and no education was my game. I ran a ninety-pound jackhammer for a living. My drinking partner, an Ogalala Sioux named Lee, had many scars from reservation knife fights. During the day, he worked as a high-rise steelworker.

While we drank beer one afternoon, Lee put a kitten's head in his mouth, and when he set it down, it ran. Lee said they'd breathed together, making the kitten his brother.

"Ok," I said.

That evening, we went to Shannon's. We'd already had too many beers. The crowd was rowdy, and the dance floor was hot with swaying bodies. The restroom doors kept slamming, and an odor like diseased gardenia floated in the air. I saw Lee caressing a beautiful woman.  A brawl broke out. I jumped in.

The police arrested me along with a few other unlucky bastards. It wasn't my first time, but it turned out to be my last.

They processed me, took my shoelaces, and dressed me in one of their monkey suits. They assigned me a cot in a large room with fifty other prisoners. A man lay in the cot beside mine, facing away.

It was Saturday, and I'd go before the judge the following Monday. I lay on the cot with hands clasped behind my head. I planned to mind my business and bail out on Monday, but the man in the next cot sat up. He looked scared. He asked if I'd walk with him. I said, "Ok." I don't know why. We walked together, a circle around all the cots and prisoners. He was a young man, but he was jaundiced, and his gait was broken. He stumbled, and I grabbed his arm. I saw blood on his lips.  

"I don't have long to live," he said.

We went back to our cots and sat down.

"I used to be a boxer," he said. "I can't do that anymore. The last time I had gloves on, I asked the other guy to go easy. But he knocked me out."

Then he lay back on his cot, and he died.


Submitted: August 15, 2022

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