What to do now?

    “Come, Lyra, we must keep moving,” I called behind me. I had to get my son and daughter to some type of shelter.
    “Why though, Mama?” My little girl cried out to me.
    “The men will get us if we don’t. We must hurry.” I had a strange accent, between southern and a British accent.
    “Why can’t we go to daddy?” Joshua asked. His father… he had sent us away, told the men what I had done.
    “Because he’s not safe anymore.” I picked up my four year old son and kept going, holding my seven year old daughter’s hand.
    Then I heard them.
    “Freeze!” The captain stepped forward. “Mahonda Jacobson, you are under arrest for theft. Your children will get to visit you for an hour daily.”
    I cried then. For the first time in all of this, I cried.
    They tore my children away from me and tied me up.

    Their prison wasn’t much of a prison. There was a watch tower that had a rabbit and a vending machine for its food. It was forbidden that anyone get the rabbit food except the guard. That didn’t stop Lyra.
    There was a shack where both prisoners slept on separate cots. This was all surrounded by a metal fence.
    The other prisoner was in here for not paying taxes. Ben McCrosbey was his name. He was a very quiet and reserved man. I respected him; he didn’t want to abide by the unfair laws. I had stole food for my kids, and here I was. I guess that makes me more like a wuss than anything.
    The guard was a white man that would act as a messenger in the days to come. He wouldn’t really care if we were in that tower, and became a trusted friend. His name, you may ask? Well, he never told us. So we just call him Bub.
    So, my name is Mahonda Jacobson, I have a son and a daughter. My son is Joshua, and he’s four. My daughter is Lyra, and she is seven. My husband is a traitor, and I’m in prison for theft… and murder.