Shawshank’s Shadow – Excerpt No. 8

Julia’s eyes were heavy, like waking up with one hell of a hangover. Her head was pounding, and she was parched, which lent credence to the theory. How did I get plastered in prison?

As the blistered white paint came into focus, Julia formed an entirely new hypothesis. This was the prison hospital, and her hangover was the side effect of her brain bouncing around her skull like a pinball. Better here than the morgue.

Picture of paint peeling from a wall. Source
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.


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