… Parts 17 (Testing), 16 (Power), 15 (Knowledge), 14 (Words), 13 (Interruptions), 12 (Gifts), 11 (Punishment), 10 (Warmth), 9 (Found), 8 (Lost), 7 (Rock), 6 (Believe), 5 (Naming), 4 (Home), 3 (Trust), 2 (Hope), and 1 (Nightmares) have posted on previous Sundays…
Part 18: From The Mouths of Babes
I began to tremble, that old stench returning. As I looked about the room, I saw not the faces of my sweet Anna, nor the doctor and his wife, but that of little Tilly: in chains.
We were back in the Slave Gaol where my friends had been punished. The odors of sweat mingled with blood, dirt, and fear, as the Senator ordered me held and made to watch. Each slice of that leather whistling through the air brought fresh emissions of noxious gasses, the air befouled with the contents of their bowels, and mine.
The blood of both friends, whipped one after the other, smeared my face so thickly that my tears ran puddles of blood to the slop covered floor. My shrieks for mercy joined those of Little Sal, bound beside me, to watch, and to learn.
No mercy came, only more blood. The smell of iron rose up so sharply that I could taste the rust. Then, the Senator drew near with a smile that turned my stomach.
“You shall have a double length bath, now, before I come to see you, My Ann.”
He’d nodded to his head overseer, turning on his heel to leave as I began to wretch.
A touch upon my cheek, tender as that of a Grandmother, brought me back to the room. The velvet hand of Little Tilly was warm as she stretched up to hold my face, like dear Anna had done so many times before.
That whisper broke through the tears racing down my face. I bent down to pick her up, and she touched her tiny face to my ear.
“Be strong, and of good courage, for the Lord is with us.”
This is the continuation scene in my historical fiction series Ann&Anna. I hope that this series will move you to learn more ways to help use our history to build new tools.
I look forward to your thoughts.
1.) Share your thoughts on how this story may encourage empathy-building cooperation, and might help, or hinder, inclusive thinking. It is my personal contribution to Project Do Better.
2.) Write a story, post or tweet that uses those thoughts.