The Maya Program – 365 Flash Fiction #41
He tuned in his torn piece of cloth he has been calling ‘blanket’ for the past two months. He had a better living standard in the cell that he was confined to for the past six years. The top part of the cardboard piece he slept on was still damp from a recent shower. He remembered the day they came to his house and said … Continue reading The Maya Program – 365 Flash Fiction #41