Tales From the Shack Nobody 5
Nobody I’m nobody. The woman staring across the sad, flaking grey metal table clearly knew that already. She never bothered asking my name. Just gave a dismissive glance at me as if to try to figure if I had any use at all. Just a raggedy-girl crumpled in the chair in front of her. “Fifteen years. You’re mine for fifteen. If the police had rolled you up, you’d have probably been sentenced to twenty. Maybe gotten parole after six.” “So why fifteen, if it’s six?” I wasn’t even sure I cared...