The Blues & Billie Armstrong 56
RAINING IN MY HEART
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
My legs were kicked out from under me with no warning, I heard my knees crack down on the linoleum and the pain shot up my thighs. I was slammed to the floor, my head turned to the side, looking over at Billie’s face in the same position. And those fierce, wet jade eyes.
The county had built a new correctional facility several years before, out among the bare hills a few miles north of Lupoyoma City.
When inmates are released, there’s no ride to town, no bus, and no public phone. Sticking to the paved streets it’s a five-mile walk in whatever weather the sky is offering that day. The officers who processed me out gave me back my phone, though the battery was dead. The rain started to fall the moment they ushered me out the front door. I stood in the parking lot staring at the black screen on the phone, then I started to walk.