The prisoners stared. Barry wiped the chalk from his arm, sat down on his bunk, and picked up his book. The riot that followed was magnificent and terrible—but Barry didn’t join. He didn’t run. He had only wanted to prove the flaw existed.
It crumbled like dry cake.
Barry turned a page. “Because,” he said, “the only prison that can hold you is the one you build in your own head. Also, I’m in the middle of a really good chapter.”
The prisoners stared. Barry wiped the chalk from his arm, sat down on his bunk, and picked up his book. The riot that followed was magnificent and terrible—but Barry didn’t join. He didn’t run. He had only wanted to prove the flaw existed.
It crumbled like dry cake.
Barry turned a page. “Because,” he said, “the only prison that can hold you is the one you build in your own head. Also, I’m in the middle of a really good chapter.”