“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
I’m lucky, lucky number 14.
The 14th was my birthday. They put it on my cell door, just so I wouldn’t forget it. My jumpsuit, too–nice big black numbers on the front. 14 cells in my block–I’m right at the end. There’s another 14 cells up the other side.
14 steps from corner to corner in my cell. I counted 14 times, just to make sure. 14 bars per segment of grate. 14 blocks in the wall, in 14 rows. 14 big bolts holding the door in place, all of them inaccessible. 14 inches between the end of my bed and the door–I used the joint of my pinky to measure.
14 different cellmates so far. Now they let me have it all to myself. I’m lucky, after all. Lucky number 14.
(prompt: Inmate #14 in Alcatraz)