"Fuck!" I stomped my foot in frustration, sending up a puff of dirt. The road was dark and the trees swayed above me as I turned around. I sighed knowing mama would worry about me being home so late, but my notebook was not in my satchel and I already had half my article written.
The prison was quiet this late at night, but the guards let me in with only a quizzical glance. Just like Bill, I'm assuming everyone had heard about the nosy female reporter down at E block.
I banged on the E block door and I thought I heard the metallic thumping echo down the mile. The door squealed open and Percy Wetmore scowled down at me.
"What in the hell do you want?" He asked without letting me by.
"To get my notebook and go home." I shoved past him and stopped.
Mousetraps covered the mile all the way down to the restraint room. I turned to Percy. "What's with the traps?"
He looked at me with something close to embarrassment. "I bought them during my break. Can't have mice crowding up the block." Then his expression turned to disdain. "It's called doing something with your life."
My temper flared as I snatched my notebook off the front desk. I retorted "You should try that sometime."
But Percy was focused on something else. A small furry face was peaking out from under the desk. I bolted for the door as Percy leapt past me, shouting and stomping. I turned to look back as Percy began kicking and banging on the restraint room door. Mouse traps clinging to his pant cuffs.
I barely managed to hold my laugh in until I stumbled outside.
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The Green Mile and The Reporter
FanfictionArgonne was lucky to get a job during the depression and even luckier that it was something she genuinely cared about, the Daily Times. At nineteen years old and only being with the paper a few months she gets her own column, covering the Cold Mount...
