by Harry Dietz | The Reading Eagle

“The nights were long, but sleep came in minutes rather than hours. The darkness wasn’t enough of a blindfold, and the accompanying quiet was momentary and bathed heavily with the tension of anticipation, waiting for the piercing call of my name, over and over.

“‘Harry, Harry, Harry …’ The cycle repeated every hour, and sometimes more frequently. It grew louder and more intense, until at last the brief rest was over, again, and I stumbled to answer a pressing and very real need.”