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Mirrors
Samlin Greenham
"What did you tell your mother about where you're going tonight?" Lynn asks me, his eyes focusing ahead on the road, driving faster.
"Said that I'm having sleepover at Emilia's house," I look at my fists, my skin sweating. Well, I don't go everyday to break in a prison. "Hope she won't find out that I lied."
"Try to relax, Sam," he smiles reassuringly, then looks at the rearview mirror. "You okay there, Uncle?"
"I am fine," Kramer replies. I met him already, a month ago, when I was stuck in a hospital. He was kind to me, of course, I didn't know it then that he was Lynn's uncle.
I glance down at my wristwatch, it's a quarter past twelve, maybe the night officers already finished the bed checking.
"How far is the prison?"
"Be there in ten minutes," he increases the speed, needle of the speedometer hitting the place of eighty kilometers.
I look out of the window, the road at night is
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