Had he trespassed? He had asked her. Ha! She wanted him, she had said, and seemed to. He knew damned well he had a sway with her. He’d counted on that. Little Bird was so obedient to hi…
Source: Our Trespasses
Had he trespassed? He had asked her. Ha! She wanted him, she had said, and seemed to. He knew damned well he had a sway with her. He’d counted on that. Little Bird was so obedient to hi…
Source: Our Trespasses
Prior to the great personal watershed of 1849 when he rescued my mother, then a child, Duncan Smoot was known on the underground circuit as The Moses of Octoraro Creek. Because of his exploits, he was well respected amongst those who knew and emulated the brave ones who worked to free people from slavery. However, in the course of rescuing Mother, he did something that curtailed his effectiveness as a conductor and troubled him for some time after.
from The Moses of Octoraro Creek by Breena Clarke, published in issue #5 STONECOAST REVIEW, http://www.stonecoastreview.org a literary arts journal published biannually by students and alumni from the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing (University of Southern Maine). Breena Clarke is a member of the fiction faculty at Stonecoast. for more about the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing: http://www.stonecoastreview.org/our-staff/
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She called him John Cleary. She was a sweet gal and she risked her life for me and the boy was mine. He was a cute little bastard.
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