He sat on the bench and watched her walking down the sidewalk, child in tow.
She mumbled under her breath as her daughter ask, “where are we going?”
At the corner the traffic light turned red making them stop and the Mother looked to the sky.
His seat was hard and he thought he would move, yet he liked the view of those passing by.
She stood looking now at the light wishing she had taken the car, as there would be less questions.
The clicking sound inside the pole turned the light green from the bright red so now they could walk.
The first drop of rain touched his nose, it was cold and made him jump.
She felt the wind then the drops of rain and they were still blocks from home.
The clicking inside the pole got louder as the water filled the bottom and cause it to run faster.
He walked to the cafe across the street and ordered a coffee sitting next to the window.
She picked her daughter up and was running the last steps to the porch to get out of the rain.
The clicking stopped inside the pole and the lights went off.
He raised his head off the pillow as the clicking started again.
The Guard stopped with a smirk on his face, then took his night stick and walked on.
The lights came on and the rain fell outside the jail cell.
Twenty years that clicking sound,
Twenty years that woman talked about him.
Twenty years that little girl laughed.
And twenty years he lived in the cell known as number 679017
Tomorrow number 679017 would be laid to rest in lot 5 section 20.
In a place called the Potters Field.