Different Kind of Prisoner
Copyright© 2004 Twenty miles out from the city I pulled up alongside a car which had two elderly women sitting with the doors open, the hood up and steam coming from the engine. I was two days out of Peterhead prison having to serve my full sentence without remission. The car was a friend's son's which I was delivering for him. I pulled up alongside them and got out. "Can I help?" I asked the two women. "Our car just made a loud bang then stopped," the younger one answered. Younger...