Karma Is A Bitch

Concrete walls and lacquered floors scented the corridor with a dank freshness from their recent hosing. Security lights and monitors lit the long walkway, as steel bars glowed with fairy-dusted sheen. Midnight, start of third shift, and all was quiet in the pen.

Marvin Purvis stood inside the cage of a new arrival, an investment banker, badly abused by the other animals. Wide-eyed it cowered in a corner.

Marvin shook with rage at the inhumanity before him.

“I lost my home, marriage, and retirement,” Marvin barked as he stomped toward the stunned creature and unzipped his fly. “Assume the position.”

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