Don Q looked at the window painted on the wall of the Offender's Office in Hush Money House and fingered the medal around his neck. "That's my peace prize," he mumbled to himself. Then he looked at the trophy that had come with the medal. "That's my peace prize," he mumbled to himself. While he kept fingering the medal, he wondered about the murmur of voices around him, "Is that Vanza? Is that Omen? Is that Exit? Is that Malice? Is that Spam Blondie? Were those the Six Flacks?" His eyes closed, his head leaned toward his right shoulder, and his hand slipped from the medal and fell into his lap. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 7 December 2025)