Prison Stories
October 7th 2006 10:41
Okay, as promised, the conclusion of Top Performer is below. I'm getting ready to hit the road, but I will post the start of a new story tomorrow. Also, I've been reading all the blogging tips and I think I'm going to do the Story Block as a separate post every day, and to make sure nobody misses it, I'll put a link into my regular post as well. Have a great weekend.
STORY BLOCK
Top Performer, the conclusion:
The warden sat behind his large desk looking at Tim and Captain Hague. He rubbed his deeply lined face as he spoke. “Officer Buckman, I just wanted to talk to you about the possibility of transferring you to another institution. I know that this recent incident had to be traumatic for you...I mean, fifteen inmates dying and several officers hurt...I thought maybe some new scenery would do you some good.”
Tim looked from the warden to the captain. “Am I being punished?”
Hague leans forward in his chair toward Tim. “No, certainly not. It was a terrorist act, obviously gang related. We put that inmate that works in the greenhouse in the hole. He's not going to see the light of day for a long time. We found out that he stole those chemicals and set them off, we're not blaming you. Hell, you're practically a hero, the way you tried to save those inmates.”
“I don’t want you to feel singled out...I’m making arrangements for a couple of your fellow officers who have also been under a lot of stress.” the warden added.
Tim’s face reflected concern. “So...where would I go?” Tim looked to the warden for a response.
“Well, I know you live in Nelsonville, so I contacted the warden there and he said, if you want you could report there Monday.”
Tim sat up straight and smiled. “That's five minutes from my house...yeah, I could handle that!”
The warden stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. Tim and the Captain followed his lead and also stood.
“Tim, you've always been a good officer and we will miss you here, but I think you'll adjust quite well there. So, I'll call and let him know that you will report Monday.” The warden extended his hand to Tim.
Tim shook his hand vigorously. “I'll go clean out my locker right now. Thanks, Warden.” Tim left the room smiling.
Hague turned back to the warden. “I'm going to miss him. He's one hell of an officer.”
The warden nodded in agreement.
Tim looked around the locker room. Damn, he would miss this place, but it had been a stressful time, full of tragic memories. Tim felt fortunate that the institution was so worried about him. He hoped that the new institution would be half as good as this one had been to him. Tim was joined by two other officers.
“Hey, are you leaving too?” Tim asked the one officer.
“Yep and I’m glad...I’ve had enough of this place.”
“Yeah, me too, there’s a bunch of crazy fuckers here.” chimed the other officer.
The three officers began unloading their lockers. Tim pulled out some brown paper bags. “You guys need a bag?” he asked. Both officers took the bag that Tim handed them.
Papers and flashlights were tossed into the bags. From one locker, came a stinger. A hand reached into the same locker a little further and retrieved a ring, which was placed on a finger. Hesitating for just a second, a canister of DDVP insecticide and a small empty bottle marked "strychnine" was also pulled out of the locker and placed in the bag. Finally, a plaque inscribed, "TOP PERFORMER, CORRECTION OFFICER OF THE YEAR AWARD." was pulled from the same locker as the tools of death. Tim smiled to himself as he rubbed the inscription with his sleeve and then placed it in the bag. He closed the locker, and nodded graciously to his coworkers as he left.
The End
****Come back tomorrow for the next story in this series.
STORY BLOCK
Top Performer, the conclusion:
The warden sat behind his large desk looking at Tim and Captain Hague. He rubbed his deeply lined face as he spoke. “Officer Buckman, I just wanted to talk to you about the possibility of transferring you to another institution. I know that this recent incident had to be traumatic for you...I mean, fifteen inmates dying and several officers hurt...I thought maybe some new scenery would do you some good.”
Tim looked from the warden to the captain. “Am I being punished?”
Hague leans forward in his chair toward Tim. “No, certainly not. It was a terrorist act, obviously gang related. We put that inmate that works in the greenhouse in the hole. He's not going to see the light of day for a long time. We found out that he stole those chemicals and set them off, we're not blaming you. Hell, you're practically a hero, the way you tried to save those inmates.”
“I don’t want you to feel singled out...I’m making arrangements for a couple of your fellow officers who have also been under a lot of stress.” the warden added.
Tim’s face reflected concern. “So...where would I go?” Tim looked to the warden for a response.
“Well, I know you live in Nelsonville, so I contacted the warden there and he said, if you want you could report there Monday.”
Tim sat up straight and smiled. “That's five minutes from my house...yeah, I could handle that!”
The warden stood up, signaling the end of the meeting. Tim and the Captain followed his lead and also stood.
“Tim, you've always been a good officer and we will miss you here, but I think you'll adjust quite well there. So, I'll call and let him know that you will report Monday.” The warden extended his hand to Tim.
Tim shook his hand vigorously. “I'll go clean out my locker right now. Thanks, Warden.” Tim left the room smiling.
Hague turned back to the warden. “I'm going to miss him. He's one hell of an officer.”
The warden nodded in agreement.
Tim looked around the locker room. Damn, he would miss this place, but it had been a stressful time, full of tragic memories. Tim felt fortunate that the institution was so worried about him. He hoped that the new institution would be half as good as this one had been to him. Tim was joined by two other officers.
“Hey, are you leaving too?” Tim asked the one officer.
“Yep and I’m glad...I’ve had enough of this place.”
“Yeah, me too, there’s a bunch of crazy fuckers here.” chimed the other officer.
The three officers began unloading their lockers. Tim pulled out some brown paper bags. “You guys need a bag?” he asked. Both officers took the bag that Tim handed them.
Papers and flashlights were tossed into the bags. From one locker, came a stinger. A hand reached into the same locker a little further and retrieved a ring, which was placed on a finger. Hesitating for just a second, a canister of DDVP insecticide and a small empty bottle marked "strychnine" was also pulled out of the locker and placed in the bag. Finally, a plaque inscribed, "TOP PERFORMER, CORRECTION OFFICER OF THE YEAR AWARD." was pulled from the same locker as the tools of death. Tim smiled to himself as he rubbed the inscription with his sleeve and then placed it in the bag. He closed the locker, and nodded graciously to his coworkers as he left.
The End
****Come back tomorrow for the next story in this series.
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Comment by Chantal
Love your story too, you're a great writer!
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