Polly

In that place, Frank’s days mean nothing, weeks are fleeting and hazy, flying past with little regard for his sensitive mind. Not like living in the real world at all, he knows day and he knows night and he knows that somewhere, not far past the bricks confining him, there are people and places and clocks and watches...

A Bullet Through A Flock Of Doves

Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Ger...

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