D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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“You think you’re so perfect! That’s why your boyfriend is cheating on you!” It slipped out, I could tell. She tried to take it back, tried to cover up what she said but it was too late. I don’t remember what she said after that. All I know is she said […]
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It didn’t make no sense to me her talking about escape. I slapped her hard the first time she said it to me. The master had been good to us–especially Isabel. He gave her scraps of meat straight from his own plate. He let her keep some of the eggs from the chickens. […]
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Once there was a man named Rebel James. He was a big, burly black man who wore big, black boots, tight, black pants, and a long, black shirt. He had three black teeth, black eyes, and a bald, black head. Rebel James lived in a small raggedy house with brown, patchy grass and he drove […]
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Here’s my hand. Take me where truth speaks. My heart yearns. My mouth thirsts. Feed me lest I starve. Deliver me lest I perish. For the days are nights to me and nights are death. I’m sinking deeper and deeper in the sand and I cannot save myself. Here’s my hand. Please, take me where […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 