Escape

  I ran through the forest.  The night was at my heels like a pack of dogs at ma skirts.  It goin’ be dark soon. I’m supposin’ to meet Joe, a free negro who’s goin’ to help me escape to the North. Afraid of gettin’ lost, I run faster and stumble.  I fall and cry… Read More Escape

The Meeting

She watched Mr. Falconer as he sat there, proud upon the magnificent steed, her heart pounding against her ribs.  Face flushed, she waited with bated breath to see if he would even notice that she was there.  It was by no accident that she was walking through this part of the forest.  She had come… Read More The Meeting