Left hander, Mr. Jones holding the spoon from his right hand, gazing to the security bars of the pantry was disturbed by the questioning of a guard. “ times up, can’t you finish the lunch and get off”. Alex, his first name, was calm in answering, he finished the plate and aimed to wash them.

To his surprise the guard stopped him asking a second question, and for this time, with authority, “ why there is blood on your finger tips”. Alex smiled and said that he have a habit of nail biting. The sarcastic reply from the guard kicked off the first smile of Alex since two years since prison, “ don’t they have middle fingers, you virgin, hope they don’t hurt ! Alex aimed to his prison. A prison, common to everyone, but a difference, no window. A complete darkness. I am Alex Jones and I serve for killing my own wife. Tomorrow is my last day of the sentence and I will be hanged to death. I don’t want him to know that I killed my wife  because I cheated. After-all, I was my son’s HERO.  `My remorse is on the walls “ I am sorry my son”. – Hope he never visits !.