Horrible Harvest
The Untold Story of the Confederate, Augustus Tennyson
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Her train come and went. Didn’t neither of us notice. The past does that at times. It wraps you up and keeps you hid from the day you’re setting in. You just get locked into all the awful and wonderful that turnt you into a saint or sumbitch. I come to realize long ago that…
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I don’t recall the this and that of the night. I et some of the beef stew. Not but a bite or two because I was stomach-popping full of Groundnut Cakes by the time a bowl was set in front of me. I picked at the stew while Miss Ginger laid down a pallet for…
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I dove back into the Groundnut Cakes. My mind tumbled around, trying like hell to figure out what business Daddy had with Penelope. The thought of him having a single thing to do with her made me scared for her. He was a toothy dog without manners. She was liable to get bit by the…
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She set next to me, a napkin covering her naked breast. Her flame-red hair give more light to the room than the window at the door. “You got any money, lil’ ten-second Tennyson?” My cheeks turnt ruddy at the sound of her voice. I shook my head. “That’s a shame.” “Why?” “Because for half a…
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When I reached the door, Lady Faye bent down and wrapped me up in a big ol’ bear hug. “I’ll tell you a secret, little mister. Males are my least favorite of the genders, but when they’re as cute as you, even I fall all kinds of in love.” She stood and put her arm…
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Daddy didn’t have no drink to sip on, and he was a miserable cuss because of it. He would’ve been a miserable cuss with it, but sober miserable had a deeper cut of mean to it than drunk miserable. The trip to Charleston took two days. The terrain caused the gig to shutter and shake…
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Allison Weaver Duffy dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Well, I hate you for that, Mr. Tennyson. I surely do. I thought I was cried out. Spilled every tear I had for my beloved Felix, is what I thought. Then you come along with a story like that.” We was set on a wooden…
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I come to calculate two days had gone by, near it, anyhow. The ache in my shoulders wrapped around from collarbone to armpit. I felt like my arms had been ripped off and jammed back on without much care at all. My legs shook and about a million and one invisible needles just plucked away…
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Silence was the order of the day or days – can’t say how many hours passed. I slipped in and out of light and dark as the world rotated beneath me. I struggled like the devil to keep my chin off my chest. I was near done in when Douglas planted himself in front of…
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Kenneth waited for me to save him. I know’d it. I felt it deep in my gut. He held faith in me until the last drop of water stuffed his lungs so heavy they near busted his ribcage from the inside out. I failed him, and I didn’t give a goddamn about what was to…
Horrible Harvest 