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

Florence

She sat at a small table outside of the local cafe set in the maze of streets near Piazza Antinori.  One could get lost in Florence but won’t mind at all.  It was a beautiful, bustling and exciting place.  There was so much to see. Around her mingled the sound of dishes cutlery, the clink of glasses as people toasted each other and the voices and laughter of tourists and… Read More Florence