Cell
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Guards of the Catalina prison watched over inmates as they entered the lunchroom. Sounds, yells and screams hollered by Psycho Maniacs and Sociopath personalities wail across the room. Mr. Jack Gann was an appointed guardsman to relieve Mr. Mark Tripper, who was terribly ill from consuming bacteria infested tuna fish from, a snak-pac vender machine located in the premises of the Olowasee Catalina Prison break room.
Inmates sat down and eye balled Jack. He was a notorious man with no feeling of guilt or remorse for all the prisoners. Jack stood seven feet tall and slightly stoop-shouldered. His face was weatherdried, deep grooves running from ears to mouth. His hair shaved completely off. He wore dark sunglasses and carried with him his personal nightstick. It was carved from an Oak tree that was struck by lightening in his yard at home near Shady Oaks Estates.
Rumors that crawl every space within the prison gray walls told a story that Jack once beat a man to death with his stick. He was neither convicted of the crime nor punished. In fact he was never charged with any crime. The prison officials claim that nobody in Olowasse prison was a bonafied citizen except a guard or the warden. It was their rules of conduct and code. All prisoners were expendable at any cost. They might have not realized where justice was nor would it prevail. Olowasee carried no justice. You were a dead man when you walked in the front gates of hell.
Jack had taken a few steps towards a table where three inmates were enjoying their meal. It consisted of rice and beans and one slice of bread. The beans had maggots crawling in it. For some inmates it was considered a good source of protein. Jack stood at the table and stared at the inmates. He uttered no words. Kevin Taylor was sitting right in front of Jack. Kevin was an honest man. He was tried and convicted of murdering Michael Turner. His wife testified against him. He was pinned out as a bad man. He was set up, but couldn't prove his innocence, with his wife's testimony against him. He lost his case and was sentenced to life in prison without the eligibility of parole. Kevin would spend his remaining life behind bars in the cell block-54 for a crime he didn't even commit.
"You dropped your fork," Jack said. He pointed his nightstick at Kevin.
"I got my fork right here sir," Kevin said. Jack flails the nightstick against the chest of Kevin. Striking hard.
"You don't understand boy, you dropped your fork."
Kevin buckled and coughed from the impact of the stick.
Immediately, Kevin threw his fork on the floor of the prison lunchroom. The room remained quite. Nobody said a word. They knew Jack meant business. The prisoners watched quietly to see what Jack was going to do with Kevin.
"Pick up the fork boy."
Kevin reached down from his chair to pick up the fork and Jack lifted his boot and kicked Kevin in his ribs sending him to the floor. Several other prisoners got up and moved their chairs out of the way.
"Jack," a voice hollered from the entrance of the lunchroom. "You got a phone call on line two."
Jack looked at Kevin lying on the floor, buckled up in a fetal position from the impact of his boot striking him. The other prison guards stood and watched saying not a word.
"Your ass is mine boy, you better watch your back, got that!" Jack said.
He slowly turned and walked away. The room began to get loud again as the prisoners started to finish their meal.
Kevin got up from the floor still coughing from the tremendous blow. He staggered up and then gently sat back down at the table. He sagged in his chair, his whole body deflating in reaction to the blow from Jacks boot and the nightstick.
Frank sighed with relief as Jacks voice faded into the other room.
Monday, 10:00 a.m. Kevin rose up from his bunk. He was awakened by the sounds of chains and keys. He hears the cell lock and the door opens revealing his cellmate.
"Kevin you got a partner." The guard said.
In walked a black man shackled from his hands to his feet. The guards uncuffed him and let him free inside the cell. The door shut loudly and echoed throughout the prison walls.
"I'm Jim." he said.
"How's it going, my name is Kevin." Kevin reached out and shook Jim's' hand.
"I got to spend six months in here. I don't know why they brought me here, but it's a mess down at the other prison." Jim said.
"What happened?" Jim.
"I don't know the whole story. They found an inmate dead in his cell next to mine. I heard Jack was there, but I couldn't speculate if he did it or not. I know this much. That man isn't cool at all."
"Tell me about it, he just about busted my ribs all to hell and back." Kevin said.
"I'll give you some advice Kevin. You best not even look at that man through them dark sunglasses. He has an evil eye. They say that nobody has ever seen his eyes. They say he's albino. I'll tell yea! You just don't look at him and stay away as much as possible. What you in for?" Jim said.
"Murder."
"Damn boy what the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. I was set up and my wife Linda testified against me. I got a bum rap. I hope to get another trial. I have this feeling that Linda was having an affair with this guy that got shot. They say I shot him out of jealousy. My gun was at the murder scene, a.38-caliber Smith & Wesson with my prints on it. Linda is the only one that knew where I kept my gun. She testified that I threatened to kill. It's all screwed up. I'm here and she's out there. I would have never thought she would deceive me like that. It must have been money or something. Anyhow I'm here doing life as a result of it." Kevin said.
"Sounds like she's a bitch. She's out there living it up. And you're in here. Man! That's a bum rap. When is your appeal due up?" Jim said.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything in here. Don't you remember? Nobody has any rights in Olowasee prison. Were dead when we walked in the door, so I was told." Kevin said
"You got that right? Were in hell hole."
St. Andrews Park was forty miles away from Olowasee. Their Linda sat down in her living room going over the insurance papers she'd received from Michael Turners' policy. Linda was the beneficiary. Linda Taylor gathered all her papers and filed for the insurance money. She'd carefully planned the whole murder. She put the blame on Kevin. When the money from the insurance is received she'd plan on leaving town and starting a new life elsewhere.
She turned on her computer and logged on to chat. She started to chat on yahoo and look for another man to meet as she did when she met Kevin. Her profile revealed Sexy Linda, a twenty-nine year old female in search of a hunk. She checked her e-mail and then her relations profile. She'd got no mail. She then logged off. She grabbed her purse and insurance papers. She went to the nearest post office to mail the policy.
Then she got back in her car and drove to a local tavern. She entered the room. It was quite and there was a few men sitting at the bar. The jukebox was playing a tune and some men were throwing darts. She sat down and ordered herself a mix drink. Rum and coke her favorite. Frank was nearby and noticed the gorgeous brunette sit down alone. He grabbed up his drink and eased over to sit by her.
"Hi, my name is Frank." He said. He reached out and shook her hand.
"I'm Linda, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"That will be two dollars ma'am." The bartender said.
"Allow me to pay for that," Frank said.
"Why thank you, that is very nice of you." Linda said.
Frank adored Linda and inquired to know more about her. Linda was slightly paranoid. She didn't want to start a relationship too soon with another man. She just played her time until the money arrives from the insurance. She talked about camping and the Internet. She loved the Internet. She went on explaining that she met her husband on chat. She was divorced and wanted to start a new life.
Frank told her that he was a local area network assistant for Gray and Associates. Linda was impressed.
"Maybe you would like to go out to dinner sometime." Frank asked.
"Yes, I would love that," Linda said.
Frank told Linda that he had some installation to be completed at work. He gave her his number and told her to call sometime. Linda like that allots and would take him up on the offer for dinner. Frank finished his drink and got up from the barstool staggering.
"Are you going to be all right?" Linda asked.
"Oh yea! I can handle it. I only had a few drinks. I still have to work tonight so I took it light." He winked, turned and walks to the door. Frank waved good-bye.
Lisa Thomas was a single divine woman. An Attorney at-law. She received a phone call from the Olowasee prison. Frank had told her that he was set up and the public defender didn't do a good job. He wanted to hire Lisa as his attorney. Lisa obtained the information from Frank. He was divorced. His ex wife lived in St.Andrews Park. Lisa pondered and suggested that she would have to meet with him at the prison to get more defined information.
Tuesday, 9:00 am, prison guards lead out Kevin to a room where he waited to meet with his attorney.
Lisa walked in the room. Frank stood up and saw a beautiful woman in front of him. Lisa stood five feet tall. Her hair was short and black to her neck, with green-eyes. She reached out and shook Franks' hand and told him to be seated.
"You were arrested on March 22, 2000, is that correct?"
"Yes, but I didn't do it, I swear." Frank said.
"Frank, I have to prove that in court you understand? I have to file the appeal with new evidence that proves your innocence. Right now! We have nothing. Now I need to hear your story from the start. What exactly happened?" Lisa asked. Her pretty eyes-gazed at Kevin.
Frank's expression lightened at her question. A corner of his mouth lifted and his eyes twinkled down at her.
"You know Lisa, I'm going to like you very much." he said.
One hour later, Lisa said she would look into the case for circumstantial evidence not applied at the hearing. Frank concluded that he met his wife on the Internet and never knew that she would be capable of committing murder, but he feels that she did and used his gun. According to Frank. He would do what he could from prison to help solve the case.
"Can you get to an Internet here in the prison?" She asked.
"No, I have been beaten bad by Jack the guard and I don't get privileges."
"Let me worry about that." Lisa said.
"I need you to get as much information about Linda as you can OK?"
"OK! Lisa."
"Lisa, I must say you look very nice." Kevin said.
"Let's' stick to the case shall we. I will see you again in three-days."
Lisa stood up and called for the guard. She took one last glance at Kevin and smiled. Kevin smiled back.
Kevin was returned to his cell and later that day he received information that he would labor in the library. Kevin showed up about 8:00 p.m. He did his chores and then sat down by the computer. He logged on the computer under his cell block number 54 as required by the prison. He slowly moved on to chat and left a message for Sexy Linda. He said that he was a hunk and lived in Florida. He wanted to chat with her, but only could chat at night because he worked in the day. He closed the letter with the name Dan.
Jack walked in the library and shouted to Kevin.
"Your time is up boy." Kevin logged off and gladly got up and walked towards the door.
Jack lifted his nightstick and stopped Kevin from leaving the room.
"I don't know how you got this job passed me boy, but you listen good. I got your number and your mine got that?" Frank shook his head up and down and left slowly.
Jack immediately flail the nightstick behind Kevin' legs. He fell to the floor.
"What's wrong boy, can't you walk?" Jack asked.
Frank got up in extreme pain and limped off. Jack stood back and laughed loudly.
Jim heard the guards bring in Kevin. The door opened and Kevin was badly beaten up. He laid Kevin down on the bunk.
"My god, what did they do to you?" Jim asked.
"It's Jack. He's going to kill me if I don't get out of here."
Kevin passed out exhausted and tired.
Linda had returned from work. She logged on to her computer and read the message from Dan in Florida. She was happy and began to write back. She wanted to chat with Dan around 9:00 p.m. She asked him to log on and she would be waiting for him.
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After a Christmas feast and some more waiting, the army set off in several columns towards Montgomery. Ab saw no Confederate soldiers attacking them, although he did hear some gunfire off to their left. Once, too, he saw some prisoners being marched along by infantry guards. When they got where they were headed and the battery dug in, they told him that it was Montgomery. He had seen Montgomery, and it didn’t look like Montgomery to him. What if all these smart generals were going to shell...
{date:2020-08-10a} Marjorie Purcell took the two weeks between the last of picking season and the Christmas week straightening out evening-school students who kept coming on the wrong nights – or who came on the wrong night for the first time long after school resumed. She did notice that the good-looking, light-skinned one, Ab, came on the nights he’d been told before the picking break. He attended most nights he should, too. Only some slavery had ended, she noted wryly. There were a great...
When Deborah Warren had told the other teachers that she was expecting a child, they had all been excited and pleased. She had seen a flicker of worry cross Marjorie’s face. Her question was whether Deb could teach through to picking season. “Past Christmas, I would think. The babe should come early in the new year.” “Well, we might as well adjust the schedules before the Christmas break. We don’t want you delivering the child in front of the entire class.” “No, but I don’t want to deliver...
Ab felt fairly happy with the planting season just past as he rode to school Monday evening. He’d plowed his land and Cellus’s land, and Martha still seemed happy. He’d planted a lot of cotton, some corn, and even beans and turnips. He had a new cabin with a fireplace and a floor. He’d bought a ham to hang from the ceiling of his new cabin, and he figured to eat well the next year. He was even happier when he got to class. He knew that there were four teachers in the school, and they taught...
When Gabe Lincoln led his delegation to the Republican National Convention in May of ‘68, he realized that the formula for assigning seats had been to their disadvantage. On a historical basis, Alabama had no Republican presence in ‘64 and a census population of less than 800,000. Well, next time would be different, and he was a state party chairman. Since every potential candidate but Grant had withdrawn, he didn’t expect a long affair. The committee had scrambled to find accommodations...
1852 When Massa Swithin fell sick, Young Massa Billy was away at school, the beginning of his last year. He was called home, and he got there two days before his daddy died. Young Massa had the funeral in the big house. Later, Sally stood in the crowd of slaves in back of the guests while they lowered Massa into the ground. Later yet, she helped serve supper to the guests. She was in the cookhouse washing dishes when Old Tom came for her. “Massa wants you in the big house,” he said. At...
When Diane Rawlings looked back on her teaching day for her nightly prayer in the first school day of 1869, she gave thanks for sorting out of the youngest children. Most of the beginning bench were six-year-olds. Almost no children were starting school as much as a year late. Most of her best bench were eight-year-olds who had been with the school nearly since it began. It was true that she had four benches and only three years. It was true that the middle two benches sat a good many...
{date:2020-09-03p} In the spring of 1869, Grant was inaugurated. While Lincoln’s inaugural had been marked by a war which was already developing, and Hamlin’s marked by the inception of a peace and the “internal colonization” plan that Black Alabama, at least, celebrated, Grant’s inauguration seemed to herald a new era of boredom. Most of the nation looked forward to this. Jeff and Vickie Ralston barely looked up to read the news when it got to Warren’s station. Jeff had finished building...
Marjorie Purcell hadn’t sensed her tension grow as attendance dropped off for planting season. She did, however, feel herself relax as attendance grew again. Unlike picking season which took everyone, different family members had different demands on them at different times of planting season. When the family had a plow, which more than half did by now, the man of the family usually did the actual plowing. Day attendance of the children was little affected; even many women could come to...
Marjorie Purcell expected little from the brief period between the end of picking and the Christmas break. The new year was the time for promotions and any new policies to be acted on. The long break for picking was the time for those policies to be decided. At best, the brief period was a time for reviewing the previous year’s learning and spiking it down in the -- always slippery -- minds of the students. After services on the cold and wet first Sunday after school started, Ab came up to...
Sam Warren led a considerably larger delegation to the Republican National Convention in Philadelphia in June of ‘72 than Gabe Lincoln had led to Chicago four years earlier. The state now had 14 electoral votes, and it had gone solidly Republican in ‘68. The delegation still could not stay in the hotels that most of the delegations used, but travel distance was shorter, perhaps because the city was more compact. Randolph and most of the other whites stayed at the regular, white,...
Celli tore herself away from her art with reluctance. She had ignored the ringing phone several times before it began to drive her mad and she finally gave in to its shrill demands. “What?” she barked at whichever poor soul had decided to interrupt her latest Manga comic. “Hey Celli, it’s Peter. Have I called at a bad time?” “No not at all Peter, sorry. What can I do for you?” “Actually, it’s what I can do for you! I’m having a little get together at mine tonight - some beers, a few games, just...
Group SexI was busy packing for my little trip up to my parents’ holiday cabin, which was a few hours’ drive away from our house. My step-brother, Tyler, would also be coming with me. Our parents wanted us out of the house while they dealt with some legal issues surrounding a client my mother was currently fighting a case for; as they thought it would be easier for everyone. So, as a result, Tyler and I were going to spend a week or so in the woods, alone and yet completely free to do whatever we...
TabooCello She leaned, forlorn against a weathered wall, no hall to fill with song. Slender neck, adorned in scrolls of curl, poised itself in wait of charm extended– for strings had not yet dimpled at fingers deft, nor had she known the spring of ample stroking. He came to her, with understanding hand and eyes that fell at frame of curving grace and dared...