Either way...this is what came to me this week. Now that mine is posted, can't wait to see what you all thought of.
I’se jess hunkerin' down. Hunkerin' down over this young’un in my arms. My heart it pound…pound…pound so hard I know de massa gwonna hear it. I feel dis baby rootin…rootin to eat but I ain’t got none. I’se too old for milk but if she cry she’s gwonna get us both dead. My heart pound…pound…pound…
I nuzzle down to hers milk-sweet neck of ‘dis babe in my arms. It ain’t my babe. But dat don' matter none.
I hears him walk closer. I puts my forehead down to hers and hopes she can hear what I be thinkin’… Hush little baby, don't you cry now.
12 comments:
oh my. that was so good. I could actually see it all.
Sounds good to me!
OK, the baby isn't hers and she's hiding it from who? Is she a slave and the master is coming or is it her husband? I guess I want you to write the next chapter for me.
Hmmmm! Did you just watch "Roots" again, Miz Jenny? This is way good! I can hardly wait to see what you are giving us for a prompt tomorrow!!!
Loved this! Wonderful!!
She's saving that baby isn't she. From who? Or is she hiding out herself and afraid the baby she's watching will give her away? Very good dialect Miz Jenny you done gooood!~Ames
Jenny, that just gave me chills! Wow. You are amazing, that is for sure.
Really good. And I earned my living for many years as a tv writer so I know dialogue. Love the dresser! You're multi-talented!
I loved this, Jenny, reminded me of my Southern roots and all the suffering so many went through in the South. Sorry I missed Alphabe Thursday this week.
Very powerful Jenny!
Wow. That's a good one!
=)
You had me feeling as though I was right there. I could see it.
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