-i don't really know what to call these. pretty random. but everything's random, right?

-three short scenes, taking place, oddly enough, where the titles say they do.

-enjoy

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They are pushing up against the chain link fence, frantic, wild-eyed. There is a lot of red, everywhere, and brown. The closest one is crushed against the wire; his short red hair is matted with sweat and mud. The noise they make together is almost a scream, and the smell is overpowering, of sweat and shit and fear. He looks at me and his brown eyes which should be so calm are wide with panic, uncomprehending. He stumbles as he is pushed to the fence, struggles to keep his footing in the mud, and although his mouth is closed I think that I can hear him crying.