Written by Dolores Di from Texas, USA A bright light illuminated the boy's face. “What is your name?” A soft female voice inquired. “My name is Phoenix.” “Is that your actual name?” “My actual name is Tom, but I prefer Phoenix.” In a poorly lit interrogation room, a young man, whose innocence had not yet faded away with the binding of his hands by handcuffs, calmly asked the police for a cigarette. He took the cigarette and lighter from the police and skilfully lit
