That made Track chuckle - another statement just as bold as the first. When Track said nothing, Yaric stole a quick glance at Quiet Girl whose hand was still on her hip. Yaric took a few steps closer to Track, exhaling loudly. ![]() Only concerned about the amassing clouds above, thicker and darker by the minute. It’s whatever, right?” Track turned around to the rest of the players, searching for an alliance. “I mean, I’ll just show her a couple throws, she get off our backs. Track wondered if it was because of his vanished smile, or the fact that he wanted to teach some girl how to play ball. “What the fuck, Track?” Yaric stared at him as if in shock. And Quiet Girl had made him possibly regret that statement. Having the ability to express even the slightest comfort was The night fire and its suffocating heat had robbed them the will to think about anything else. You eat, you exercise, and you stare grimly at the sunset. “Sure, I’ll teach you.” Track smiled at her, then immediately felt strange. “I can learn.” The other inmates who were on the ball field had stopped what they were doing and began looking on with interest. The dusty uniforms that were one size too big only added to the indifference in She stood leaning on her hip, looking straight at him. Scars, both worn andįresh, littered her arms, overlapping like dead centipedes. She was thin, but not the malnourished kind. Track caught the glance but his eyes remained on her. “But you ain’t know how,” Yaric glanced at Track, prompting a confirmation. “I said, I want to play.” Quiet Girl exhaled, brushing the loose strands of sun-bleached hair from her freckled face. “You say what?” Yaric tucked his chin and leaned back, staring at the tiny Murder Plus inmate whose eyes were the darkest of blue, as deep as her past. Settled on an attempt to escape, and it ended there. As much as Track had learned during his hard time, no answer to anything would compensate for an entire day under the burning ground. Solitary confinement and one week of yard time. Descriptions of the tragedy had been murky at best, and every inquiry about it carried a hefty twenty-four hour of The incident hadīeen deemed accidental incineration, a term exclusive to the facility’s nature. Saying anything had been years before Track arrived, and it had something to do with the death of an inmate. No one was even sure of her actual name for she never spoke up during roll call. “I want to play.” The inmates of Limbo rarely ever heard Quiet Girl’s voice. She swung them both down and propelled the ball toward him. The skinny girl stopped a few feet in front of Track and held the half inflated hide out with both hands. Three and a half years in Limbo and Track had yet to get accustomed to this goddamn cycle. Way to hellish fire, and every inmate would be trapped behind the heat-oozing steel walls of the Units. ![]() Soon the ground would ignite, its rotten red sand giving Thin purple and blue slivers of condensation slithered across the horizon, heralding yet another hot, burning night. An hour was a generous estimate, Track knew. The pointy beacon on the lighthouse had begun piercing its way through the red, angry blob in the sky. Look at the sun man, it’s already on top of the lighthouse. Not too often a lifer chuckled at Limbo, but when he did, he’d never forget why. The ball was so much bigger than the gap she could afford to keep it stable “Relax, will ya? We got all day,” Track watched Quiet Girl tuck the pigskin under her arm and start to walk toward them. Glistening sweat under the red sun a bloody glow on his face. He was next to Track now, hands on the forehead roofing his squinting eyes. “Come on! Throw that shit! We got a game to play!” Yaric continued to roar. Either way, it was never going to get brighter for the dark man was never getting out. Had been in Limbo for so long Track could not decide if his skin was naturally black or had become so. He only had 1 bar, which he acquired during incarceration a few years back. ![]() The voice came from behind Track - his current teammate for today’s game, Yaric, and a fellow Murder Plus inmate. Though the alternating atmosphere sometimes made you wish for the latter. He could not help but wonder what those scrawny little arms had done to bring her here to Limbo, the place where it was not exactly earth, but neither the highest level of crime at the facility. Red circle with three bars inside it, similar to his. Track could see the Severity mark on her wrist. ![]() Zigzags with one hand while covering her mouth with the other to no avail. She tried clumsily to catch it between the bouncy The pigskin landed with a thud in front of Quiet Girl sitting by herself near the Unit gate, making puffs of thick dust on the hot, red sand.
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