I closed my eyes wishing, praying it was all just a nightmare and I would wake up from the pain. My face blood red with his hand print still fresh on my skin. My breath was slowly coming back after his hands released my fragile neck after I struggled to yell “I CAN’T BREATHE”.
I lay limp trying to regain my strength. My body full of pain and feeling like a heard of wild bulls trampled me like a rag doll. Do I get up or do I just lay here until he leaves? I fade into the darkness as my entire being struggles to survive. My memory fades back to a place of safety that I long to return to.
“Loni! Loni! Get down from that tree and come in for supper NOW! Momma had been yelling for an eternity but I didn’t want to come down. I wanted keep dreaming about becoming a famous writer living in New York City away from the utterly boring existence of a county human being. “Yes ma’am, I’m comin down now”, trying to sound like I care.
………. First book in the series out this summer
Much love,
Black Mama
Black Mama Chronicles 