A Little Girl Ran Into Our Bakery Screaming That Her Brother Was In The Freezer And My Boss Stood In Front Of The Door
A work of fiction. The characters and events are invented; any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
I am telling this because a man served eleven months for something I could have explained in one sentence on the first afternoon, and I did not say the sentence, and every part of what happened after that is downstream of my silence. My name is Elliot Doyle. I was twenty-two years old and I had been a baker for five months at Praeger's Bread at 118 Delacroix Street in Wheelwright, Indiana. This is all of it, chapter by chapter, from a folding cot to a county ordinance.
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