Doing Time in Texas, Book 3

The morning had not yet broken through the last moments of lingering darkness, when suddenly a dense thick fog descended covering the forest under a thick curtain of white. Behind him in the bedroom, Willy heard the soft easy rhythm of Bonnie’s breathing.

The one thing that annoyed him about Bonnie was her persistence when it came to his family. As far as he was concerned the less she knew the better. Rummaging through his things, she had come across an old picture. The picture was in a heavy oval frame. It had been part of Willy’s few possessions. He didn’t know why he kept it. Maybe it was of his brother John. Anyway, it had been in his possessions when he had been incarcerated. So, he kept it. Many times he had considered throwing it away but each time he had tucked it back away in the few items of his past.

His eyes locked on the eyes that stared down at him from behind the oval glass. The accusing look on the face in the picture made him uncomfortable. Then came the questions from Bonnie. Just who was in the picture? Was it John his twin brother or was it Willy himself? They were twins. Why weren’t both of them in the picture? A chill ran up his back and he felt a strange loneliness. Willy wasn’t superstitious but he couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead. He had always tried to maintain control about everything else but lately things were beginning to slide and slowly get out of hand.