Hello Brian,

The strangest thing happened to me today as I was getting ready to leave my cell for rec. time. I began to hear the song of a bird I've never heard before right outside my cell window. The funny thing is I've probably heard hundreds of bird songs in my life, but to try and pick out a few is actually quite hard. 

'Chicka-dee-dee-dee' and an owl's hoot are all that really come to mind if I think about it. 

Believe it or not, I stopped to listen for what turned into at least ten minutes. I even shushed a friend of mine that stopped by my cell to walk with me and told her to go on without me. 

During the course of all that time the bird's call never changed, it just kept repeating what I think were five, sweet, subtle tweets that sounded quite similar to a person that was whistling a single, 'quick-but not too quick' repeated tone with their tongue against the roof of their mouth. You know how that whistling sounds different than if someone blows air through their lips? Anyway, while I couldn't see out the small window to identify the bird, before I knew it I had been sitting on my bunk listening and wasting my rec. time. Needless to say I wish it had stopped by to sing at a time when I wasn't allowed out of my cell. I really wish I knew what the bird that went with that song looked like.

Now... on to more pressing matters. Specifically, to put you on blast for writing the guard whose name I gave you. 

I just can't believe you went and did that. He pulled me aside and asked what I was up to. Asked me if the whole thing was some kind of joke or veiled attempt on my part aimed at carrying favor with him. You didn't ask him for any favors from him for me did you? That could really upset my efforts to fly below the radar out here. And I really don't need any more drama than I already have with this whole 'being in prison thing.' I'm trying really hard at this point to try and keep my emotions as bottled up and in check as possible, because I realize it's entirely possible you didn't do any of those things at all and this whole matter is just another one of the shenanigans you write so often, just in a more actual and realized form. For yours and my sake I hope that's what it is. I can forgive that and maybe even smile a little bit at the notion, but if you are trying to medle and negatively effect how the remainder of my time plays out here, I have to tell you I take great issue with that. 

I'm going to leave off here, as I'm still a bit flustered with you and I don't know [what] else I could write that wouldn't come off as anger. 

Thank you for your letters. And I can't remember if I told you, the short stories are fun and entertaining, but far from what it's like in here for me specifically. Then again, I should probably realize maybe that's not the point. (I can't believe you punch them out on a typewriter. That must take a lot of time.) 

Hope to get to some of your questions at a later date. Silly as they often are. Are you ever going to send me a picture of yourself?

-Bianca

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 Hello Brian,

The strangest thing happened to me today as I was getting ready to leave my cell for rec. time. I began to hear the song of a bird I've never heard before right outside my cell window. The funny thing is I've probably heard hundreds of bird songs in my life, but to try and pick out a few is actually quite hard. 

'Chicka-dee-dee-dee' and an owl's hoot are all that really come to mind if I think about it. 

Believe it or not, I stopped to listen for what turned into at least ten minutes. I even shushed a friend of mine that stopped by my cell to walk with me and told her to go on without me. 

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