David’s errand

[A winter story to counter the summer heat. Enjoy!]


The curly-haired youth slammed the book shut and ran downstairs. His father had hitched the mule team to the wagon. A tall, Black slave about David’s age was loading the back. Isaiah Isaacs put his arm on his son’s shoulder. Continue reading

A man around the house

MARLENE DOWNSHIFTED and whipped the 1954 racing-green MG past a truck piled high with baled hay. She returned the farmer’s wave as she pulled away. With its running boards and big headlights, her new convertible was the ultimate in European styling and performance. Driving it usually made her spirits as light as the breezes on the Chesapeake Bay, which she had just crossed. But not today.

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