Larry, my fiancé, was waiting for me
on the front porch. Playing ball with Luke
from the farm nearby, they seemed upset
about something so I wandered out in the
sun to see what could be the matter.
Carrying my lacy umbrella, it protected my
pearly white skin from sunburn. Down
below the hill on the dirt road, a black family
was driving an automobile. Immediately, I
understood their outrage! Apparently they
were the first in these parts to own an
automobile and they were BLACK! My
insides were ripping me apart with the
injustice of such a thing.
My spirit tumbled out of that body,
whizzing through time and space into
another.
Our escape was only moments away,
as our plan had been set into action. We'd
been held for a very long time as prisoners
because of our religious beliefs. Unwarned
of our plan, our captors didn't know what
hit them when the gunfire began and the
escape was in progress. People were dying
all over the place, and for a moment, I
looked behind me at the suffering of those
who had held me captive. The dead and
dying caught my caring for only a moment.
brent
(Brent)
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