Being a Thomas

The Zoo Cage Prophet

It was routine by now. I’d gone through the same steps many times. No nerves. No worries. Very relaxed. I knew what to expect and I was ready to get it over with.

It was time to remove my toenail again and I wanted no part in others’ business. A group of five of us were taken to the medical facility, a few miles away from our facility. All five had different reasons to be there, but at this time I truly didn’t care. I was there for me and my toe, not them.

When we arrived we were placed in the standard 6’x6’holding cell. The bench only holds three grown men, so I quickly found a spot and sat d...