This story is largely true, I've changed names only. It deals with a problem which must be awful to live with, not just for the sufferer but everyone who is connected to that peron's life.
Is imprisonment the answer to crime? What purpose does it serve? Should it be more about rehabiliation? And what form might achieve that goal in the future? No answers here - just asking the question.
Do we listen to each other properly? Or are we bombarded with so much stimulus that we've lost the ability? This story is a simple conversation, nothing else. But I wanted to write something that illustrated these questions.
