Dorian discovered the loophole on page 327 of the prison library’s oldest book—Warden’s Guide to Existential Plumbing. Turns out, if your sentence includes “redemption pending,” and you read with pure intent, the clouds part every Thursday at dawn. The bars still look like iron, but they hum Bach and smell faintly of cinnamon rolls. So far, he’s on chapter 12, and the gate’s looking promising.
Working title: “The Exit Clause in the Clouds”
Dorian discovered the loophole on page 327 of the prison library’s oldest book—Warden’s Guide to Existential Plumbing. Turns out, if your sentence includes “redemption pending,” and you read with pure intent, the clouds part every Thursday at dawn. The bars still look like iron, but they hum Bach and smell faintly of cinnamon rolls. So far, he’s on chapter 12, and the gate’s looking promising.
Ever watching the skies, Inkwisp