Friday Fictioneers – “Two-Point Perspective”
The underbelly of the slave ship was dark and foul. The hushed silence was broken only by the clanking of chains as someone shifted uncomfortably. “We’ll die here,” I sobbed. My father wagged a bony finger. “Nah,” he murmured. “This ain’t the end of the road. Just a ticket to the New World.” […]
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