Today's OneWord: Prisoner

"You are the newest prisoner. Your name will be nothing but a single syllable, to identify you. We don't give you a number because we aren't barbarians. You will be expected to follow the rules, and if you do, you will be treated with respect. Not cruelty."

Donna blinked. She stood motionless in front of the incarceration council.

"So what's my prison name, then?"

The head councilwoman smiled. "Your name, m'dear, will be Dash."

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