“Mail call,” an officer yelled on the SHU tier as he locked the door behind him. He could hear the shower shoes on the feet of mail-hungry prisoners making their way across their cells. They all posted up on their cell doors anticipating the CO stopping at their cell and dropping an envelope in front of it, before kicking it under the door. It was such a disrespectful act, but it involved the scum of the earth, so respect didn’t matter.
McKenzey was on the top reading the prisoners handbook. He laughed at many sections and passages regarding the rules and regulations of the jail. They were a hoot to him and not likely to be relevant to him being in the SHU and all that jazz.
“McKenzey, mail,” the guard said in front of the cell door. He began to open the food port on the door.
“More legal bullshit from them pigs over on 7th. Tell ‘em to shove it up their asses.”
“Not this time. It’s a book. Looks good,” the CO said and sat the book on the port. McKenzey jumped down and gripped up the book. “See, it wasn’t from the pigs after all.”
Crying to Pretend I’m Not Laughing by Kareem Bezel. McKenzey laughed at the irony and began to read.