TRUTH by James Crow

TRUTH … nothing but the truthLocked away in the dirty bin – that’s what they called it – a big metal box for the criminally insane. The no-hopers, left to fight for scraps. And fight for their lives.I thought I would die in that place. Until the priest arrived.Father John said he believed in me. And that he believed he could save me.All I had to do was be truthful – the whole truth and nothing but.