Love Past the Bars

-A fictional story through the eyes of one prisoner and finding love in the most unlikely places: Alcatraz Penitentiary-

Chapter 1
Ticking, as if on a coaster at Coney Island; I walk in, turn around, and BANG right in my face followed by the musical jingle of hard, rough keys. And just like that, I had been locked in Solitary Confinement in Alcatraz Penitentiary. Let me take you to where this all started; the day was April 17th, 1942. We was at lunch in the dining hall, also known as the most dangerous place in all of Alcatraz. Not so much the dining hall, but the kitchen. The bastard says to me,
"Frank, you've got yourself a letter." No one had written me since the very first day I entered this hell hole. Addressed on the front of the letter was 'Susan Ardell'. That was my mother-in-law. What the hell was she writing me for? She hated my guts ever since I married Catherine. Oh, my sweet Cathrine. She had visited me about two months back for the seventh time. I've been counting. I had no idea what her mother wanted from me, but I was about to find out. I opened the damned thing nonchalantly. And I swear to god, the letter looked exactly like this, plain as day:

Frank,
Catherine is dead. She died in a car crash just this morning. We'll have her funeral Thursday. Have fun in there, you son of a bitch. You ain't gonna have any visitors now.

Susan A.

I sat there looking at the letter quivering in my hand, and I started crying uncontrollably like a baby. Howled, I did, cradling my stomach as if I were to fall apart. My love is dead. That ain't true! It just can't be. I can still smell her perfume, musty and rosy on every blonde curl on her head. Sweet as honeysuckle that girl is... was. The men point at me and jeer.
"Aye, whatsa madder, Frank?"
"Ya, Frankie? What? Did you look in the mirror for the first time?"
"Don't tell me, yo mamma dead, ain't she?" They all laughed. Heartless bastards. By then, I had lost it. Too late, fellas. I had lost it long ago. They just reminded me of who I was. I ran to the kitchen passing them cooks and grabbed the butcher knife. I don't even remember how it happened, but I ended up hackin' old Mack (from that day known on as the "Hacked Mack" incident). And that's how I ended up here in this box. And I'll never see Catherine again?! What's to live for? At least they can't take away no memories o' mine.