What If The Dream Comes True?

Dixie Elliot ✒ A Short Story.He paced the length of the dark cell, from window to steel door and back again. Orange light filtered in through the concrete pillars barring the window. The lights from the exercise yard kept total blackness at bay as the lights in the cells had been switched off for the night by a screw.He was a blanket man, so called because of the form of protest he had joined the