The sky was radiant blue and waves were lapping on the shore. The warmth of the sun touched his face. He could see boats and dolphins.
Beautiful. He was content.
The warden slid open the hatch and looked in on the prisoner. He looked happy; the meds had kicked in.
Steve Coverdale is an Englishman living in Nova Scotia. He keeps trying to write short stories with a happy ending but keeps on getting dragged back to the dark side.