The Visit

“Can’t be me. Must be another Carson,” Bobby replied, rising from his bunk.

“You’re 138-381 aren’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“But nothing, get into your jumpsuit.”

The guard snapped a pair of handcuffs on Bobby’s wrists. Holding him firmly by the upper arm, he escorted Bobby through cell block F.

The visiting room was deserted and dimly lit. At first Bobby didn’t recognize the face staring at him through the partition.





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