Disconnected

A Short Story About Using the Phone in Prison

Still 3 years and 6 months until freedom

A part of my daily routine since the start of my incarceration was to call Celia in the evenings. I was sitting in my bunk writing a letter to her, but I hadn’t gotten very far. It was almost time to call her anyway.

Dan, my bunkie, got up from his perch below me and peered over to see what I was up to.

“Who’s Celia…