They were going to set him free today. It was about dam time. Four years he was confined here, wasting away every day, yearning to free world again. It was hell. Yet, it could have been worse. Technically Micheal had to serve six more years in this prison, but they were letting him out on good behavior.
After packing his few possessions, the warden came, and he was led to a bus where other ex-inmates awaited their freedom. The were taken to the nearest city and, as expected, was simply dumped off. Micheal pitied the others a little; most of them had no place to stay, owned no car, or job.
They would most likely have to rely on social grants or plunge back into their criminal ways. Though, not Micheal. He knew life's not going to be any kinder to him ones he left jail (in fact, it was going to be worse), so he had made a few arrangements. Lumbering to the nearest shabby pay phone, he threw in a few coins that he saved and made a call.
"Hey, Billy, it's me, Micheal," he said when it picked up, "They let me out. I'm coming in."
With that said he put down the phone, hauled up his sport bag, and began to walk to his destination.
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