by Michael E. Lloyd
In the summer of 1966, when I left this place for the second time — and for “freedom” at last — I grandly told the prison padre that I was thinking of writing a novel some day. A story about picking up my life again. But I also said I would only attempt that when I felt I had reached a significant point in my efforts at reparation for the mistakes of the past.
From the start, things went very differently from what I had planned or expected. But although only fifteen months have passed since my release, I feel I am — ironically — now safe again at last, and I believe it is time to start to tell that little story.
It is dedicated, of course, to Emilie.
Postscript: And now my story is completed, and my third departure from these depths is imminent. May I find true freedom this time.
AN, April 1968
Copyright © 2012 by Michael E. Lloyd