A Determined Paul Begins to See the Light
Jenny Page Breakfast today is eggs again. Never over-easy, just scrambled. Like all the people in here. Junior slides the tray under the door, like usual, and taps on one of the…
Paul Wilson | Jailbird, Former Sheriff
If It’s Monday, It Must Be Another Interrogation
Take two with Dr. Menchy today, I realize as I open my eyes. My breakfast arrives under the locked door, per usual. It’s hot cereal day, though by the time…
Paul Begins to Face the Music, Once and for All
I have a vague recollection of Theodora. From what Trish and Stacey say, she’s nice enough. Listens the way a therapist would listen. Offers support, clarity. I’m not sure why…
Paul Seeks Help from an Old Friend
Gunnar Olafsson The guard tells me that Bernie will be here to visit me in a few minutes. “Oh, good! That’s great!” Anxious as I am, I’m looking forward to talking to…
Cloudy with a Chance of Confession: Paul, Revisited
It’s been a week since Silas and Merc first visited. I know because I can see the same clock I saw that day, and I can see that it’s 20…
Saved By the Bell? Paul’s Story Starts Trickling Out …
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
From Badge to Behind Bars: Paul’s Singing the Jailhouse Blues
Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
“Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…
No News is Not Good News
Everyone knows I grew up here. There isn’t a street I don’t know. There’s barely a person I don’t know. When Mildred Sheffler got locked out of her house in…