Slavery Is Best Endured by….- 7
Slavery is endured better by the uneducated than by the educated. These Romans have a lot to learn about how to treat their slaves. Continue reading Slavery Is Best Endured by….- 7
Category: Autobiography of My DNA & Other Fiction
Short Stories. The DNA ones were ‘dictated’ to me from my inner voice with no conscious manipulation. The others are regular short stories I’ve written over the years.
HOLDING THE BABY – 2
Holding the baby, Scot let the infant’s eyes harden his. Be young, though all three of them had been, he not be a man seen to cry by those brothers who paraded and swore as men and called him but a baby in disguise, a girl under his kite, a dandy with looks too good even for a Scotsman. The young man thrust his hands out to the young girl as she walked in the woods. “Take her. I must grieve. I dinno how to care for a child.” Joyce looked up at her tall brother-in-law, dead Lorna’s wife. She … Continue reading HOLDING THE BABY – 2
4 – Noises from the Heart – Caroline’s Story
Dying ain’t as hard as living. No siree. My only regret is I’m goin first, and we’re not goin together. Ain’t should be like that. Damn it. How I hollered at that dear husband of mine not to use that damn word “ain’t” and here it is, set right in my heart like a vampire stake. Wish I could find myself somehow, somewhere. Find myself, after blowin to bits by Hollis, that damn son of mine. I was one of the sweetest-tempered girls in the county. Until that son grew up, wild. I’ll never knowd what made him so mean. … Continue reading 4 – Noises from the Heart – Caroline’s Story
Card Cheat – 3
Damn, these new boots are killing me! I sure as hell don’t like lying in the dirt like this none, either. Ain’t right. Something’s wrong here. Kinda peaceful, though. Bet I killed him, right between the eyes. Mustva fallen over. Damn, what the hell is this! I can’t move nothin. Hey, my foot just fell aside. I’ll just get up and brush off this dirt, saddle up and move on. No way that bastard’s gonna call me a card cheat.p Well oh well. Look at that. There’s blood running from my body from about, let me count em, one on … Continue reading Card Cheat – 3
The Autobiography of My DNA – 1
Ripened green, bright orange and dusky brown leaves covered the sidewalks. The day was ready for rain. I was on my way to a carpenter job interview when I met my mailman. Continue reading The Autobiography of My DNA – 1
Alice Delaney Walker - Teacher, Writer, Traveller 