The Prisoner Within
Copyright Emma Daniels 2009
The air stung with the crispness of a Sydney August morning that bit through Luke Alexander’s cotton jacket, as he headed along the walkway towards the security gates. Totally enclosed with sturdy wire mesh, Luke had always likened it to a tunnel for lab experiment rodents.
Readjusting his vinyl backpack, he rubbed his hands together. Like his feet, they were numb with cold. Encased in canvas sneakers and a thin pair of cotton socks, the damp concrete chilled right through them.
Luke was leaving in the same clothes he’d been arrested in, so his T-Shirt and light-weight jacket were entirely inadequate for a zero degree start to the day. Neither did the jacket fit properly anymore, thanks to many hours he’d spent in the gym pumping away the dreary hours of his days.