Mama told me not to worry when our mastas’ took her away that day. She said not to be sad cuz she knows that one day we can be together again, and to just keep writing my words cuz she was so proud to have a on who could read.. The mastas’ made me sleep in the fenced hog pen for I think a week or two. They come and told me they would be back in the morning to punish me for Mommas stealin too. The sun just come up and out the window I see that rope they use in trees when us slaves time is over or we make them mad, maybe after they put me in the tree I will see my Mama gain.
My entry for this weeks Five Sentence Fiction. This weeks word was fenced.
I suppose reading a story written by the dog could seem strange to someone if they were not me. One that was written by the dog and involved a magical genie granting the wishes of my families oldest son would seem stranger indeed.
None of them seem to notice that for every wish he makes one of them dies. I share this with world in hopes that it will find it’s way to the right hands to help others who come across him. He is speaking to the mirror right now wishing for the girl living next door to kiss him, and since I am the only one left I suppose this is. . .
My entry for this weeks Five Sentence Fiction. This weeks word was “Wish” read others submissions!
Husband and Father by Day, Writer by Night
The Lyons Den 