The Burden of Gratitude
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The Burden of Gratitude:The Chronicles of Bayboro Correctional Facility II:
"There is no cruelest torture committed against a human soul than a torture by time and confinement." says Bela Abel, the author of this book of fictional short stories.
You will follow Abel's characters through the tedium and violence of American prison in The Burden of Gratitude. You will meet with an angel in Full Moon. You will follow a retired bank robber / ex-con in The Price of Freedom who feels empathy toward an orangutan locked in the Bayboro Zoo. You will follow step by step a sophisticated heist, which won't go as planned.
If you were looking for great stories and unique style - you need not look any further, Bela has them both. Stories of The Chronicles of Bayboro Correctional Facility II is a unique journey into life laced with strife and magic, told by an unorthodox witness. Buy the Book now and Enjoy it!
A brief description of the stories, collected in the second book of Chronicles of Bayboro Correctional Facility II, The Burden of Gratitude:
Mama’s Loving Boy:
A one dialogue journey into the heart of incest and murder. A true event merely recorded in Bayboro law library. Horrific.
Full Moon, Blue Room, Blue Angel:
A man is dying from lung cancer in a cell of a prison hospital. He feels lunar pull on liquid in his lungs, it tells him that the moon is full and he has few hours to live. All he wants is one last cigarette. He offers a guard his expensive Blue Angel watch for a smoke. The guard takes the watch and leaves to fetch a cigarette, but he doesn't come back. Instead comes a beautiful maiden. She offers to make one wish to come true a man with lung cancer in a cell of a prison hospital. What wish could it be?
The Burden of Gratitude:
Monty Bobo was in trouble. His morphine addiction put him into an impossible debt and yet he couldn’t quit – the withdrawal nearly killed him. Being all by himself, he had no chance to pay back or to fight, and his only friend – a severed man’s thumb, couldn’t protect him from the looming collection. The terms of collection were simple: monies in three days or life. Will he get out of this predicament alive? This novella is in part based on true events, in part – on old Kurdish tale.
The Mystery of Butt-Naked Chief Big Hawk:
What would you make out of a vision like this: a burly Indian is standing in the middle of a crowded prison dorm butt-naked and unperturbed? Is he insane? Kurt Vonnegut once wrote that “a sane person to an insane society must appear insane.” But in this crazy place everybody appears insane. Go and ask around about Big Hawk and you’ll get as many explanations to his nakedness as many people you will ask. Perhaps it will be better to ask him, but is it safe thing to do?
The Price of Freedom:
A retired bank robber / ex-con feels empathy toward an orangutan locked in Bayboro zoo. He devises a thoroughly planned heist to liberate the ape and to deliver him to his native Borneo. There is nothing in this heist for him but an opportunity to shove it to the system. Yet, when the action starts things turn out different from planned. The protagonist shows a lot of skills and gumption in his fight against seemingly inevitable capture and return to prison. Will he succeed?
Excerpts from the Book of Chronicles of Bayboro Correctional Facility IIl, The Indian Gift:
A prisoner is released from a solitary cell. He leaves behind an unusual object. The new owner calls it simply “The Hoople”, and the Hoople starts a big stir out of which not everyone comes out alive. The story is a fiction with a genuine background of Bayboro Correctional Facility and beyond...
These stories which you probably already read in Chronicles I, and those which you will read from this book and more - everything that you find if you will stay with me up to the Third Book of Chronicles, all these stories are, of course, a fiction written by me. Saying that I feel more like an interpreter rather than a creator of these works, because I did not make them up, I witnessed them. As for the words, the words came from some ethereal pre-existence and I hurried to put them on paper, while the voice was still there. (By the way, this Foreword was written in the same fashion.)
So what is it all about? At some point and in some space (hopefully not in a 5’ x 8’ prison cell) each of us will ask this question: why and what for? I didn’t do anything, so why me? Even more, lets put it into a more certain format, like, “Why me? I am visiting this planet so I can consume 348 pounds of oysters etc., etc. digest them all, etc. and die. And the work was in progress.” Of course, this is a silly metaphor --we want more than just oysters, we want some Kultur and even the visions of allied bulldozers plowing the bodies into mass graves did not stop us striving for the culture. Besides, we have nothing to do with it, it is them - Nazis, Hitler, Devil (mark your pick) –who did it. Sure, that’s not us, but how many still celebrate Crystal Night?
I do believe that in the aftermath of great disclosures of 1945 no matter where we are, and no matter when we were born, we belong to the kind which broke the covenant and as such is marked for extinction. Do you see the rain clouds of a new deluge? In the world coming to its end, we live in society dominated by social necrophilia, and if you disagree, just turn on your TV or check out the latest and, using that nonsensical terminology, some breaking news. I always wonder what exactly these news broke, the gossipmonger’s typewriter? Need another portent? Here it is and this one is much closer to home. This is what I am writing about.
I don’t write in some fixed genre, I just sing what I hear, so you’ll hear it from me. No, don’t get me wrong, unleash your imagination and enjoy the things that I wrote for you. They are still 100% entertainment, which offers you an exquisite opportunity to be locked-up in American prison, with the firsthand experience guaranteed. Fortunately for you it will be vicarious experience, and believe me, it is better that way.
So why? And what for? Turn the page, please.