Day 498

I woke up earlier than usual this morning. I thought I heard somebody whispering at me through the wall. But the cleaners in the corridor were so noisy, I couldn't work it out.

Day 497

I've discreetly written a note in the crossword puzzle and pushed that through the holes in the wall. One of the holes is partially blocked up from the other side, although the other two are ok. Hope he replies soon

Day 496

A whole pack of pencils! They must be learning to trust me. I think the wet note I found on the floor was one of mine left over from the pile dumped on the floor.

Day 495

The Book Man turned up again. Told me they revised the selection. He gave me a puzzle book explaining that they are trying to improve the IQ of the inmates. I told him I'd need a pencil, so he went off to find a guard.

Day 494

"Escape from Alcatraz - by John Campbell Bruce" I thought it an interesting title to hand out to prisoners. I was just about to start reading it in the mornings light, and the guard came and took it away again.

Day 493

My hatch rattled open today and a new face appeared. "Want a book to read?" Came a voice. I nodded and a small book was slipped under my door. The hatch rattled shut again.

Day 492

My light came back on today. No sign of the pencil though, and I feel desperate to talk to somebody again

Day 491

I went to write another note, but remembered that the guard had taken my pencil lead. I daren't use the pencil I keep with my diary, or they will discover this too.

Day 490

I've sat here all day trying to decipher the writing on the note. The ink has run from the disinfectant. Maybe I should just write another note anyway.

Day 489

I was bought back to my cell today. A cold two days in solitare confinement wasn't quite what I needed. My cell has been washed out with disinfectant and I've found a soggy piece of paper in the corner.

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Day 486

My light was switched off today and my pencil lead taken away. The Guard said I'd be taken to solitary confinement in the morning. I hope my friend doesn't reply!

Day 485

I am not sure what to do now. The guards know that I have written notes, but do I write a reply to the other cellmate? I decided to write one with my left hand, then they won't think it's me.

Day 484

I finally opened the note today. It simply said "You are not alone". I can't stop smiling!

Day 483

I can't bring myself to read it. Its been sitting on the floor staring up at me since yesterday. Dare I look at it?

Day 482

Today a note was popped through a hole in my cell wall. My heart has skipped a few beats. I can't bring myself to open it

Day 481

I feel so low. Ever since yesterday I've been sitting here sifting through the notes that were left on my floor. I sound so desperate. I feel so alone now.

Day 480

A sad day. A guard tipped a load of paperwork on the floor of my cell today and I found them to be my notes. He told me I was the only one here and that I had been replying to myself. How could I have been so stupid?

Day 479

Today, a guard told me to clean up my act and that the notes that were passing through the walls were not acceptable. I've analysed the lyrics of the songs but can't find anything offensive with them.

Day 478

I've heard nothing from my neighbour. He must have been moved. A guard warned me to stop pushing notes through the walls, so I've decided to lower my singing volume.