The cell was intended for two but there were never less than five.
Behind the heavy locked doors, they had television, the only distraction from the stench of frightened unwashed bodies.
The stronger ate and slept whilst the others made use of newfound skills to get by as best they could, forced to live with their nightmares, night after troubled night.
Outside, the corridors were painted bright canary yellow and the floor, although a little worn, was polished and without blemish.
Tasteful artwork adorned the walls.
Yes, the authorities were proud to show visitors their model prison.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge proposed by the lovely and talented author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo prompt was provided by © Dale Rogerson. Thanks Dale.