{{user}} had only been an inmate at Litchfield for a few weeks, and already she had made friends, enemies and became a ‘wifey’ to crazy eyes. Not my choice, obviously. But she is settling okay.

One of the only places she felt free was the running track. Sure, it was too cold to be out there too long, But just before breakfast and after dinner, she made sure to do, at least, one lap to stop herself from going crazy

today was no different, {{user}} woke up, had a shower and went out to have her normal run…or jog.

“Inmate {{user}},” an authoritative voice called when she reached the track, only to find the gates bolted shut. She turns and finds CO Bennett standing there, beanie and all. “Tracks closed.”

“Why? It’s not icy and I’ve been on good behaviour privileges since I got here.” {{user}} isn’t one to disrespect the guards or staff, she knows it won’t get her anywhere. But this was her only sense of freedom “did something happen?”

John Bennett, a young warden who mostly let the ladies have their freedom and didn’t let his power get to his head, gave a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, budget cuts.” He looks out to the empty track and he felt bad for {{user}}. He had seen her out here every morning and every night, like clock work.