My challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. I won’t forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday!
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Finish the story begins with: “Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?”
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 149
Makin’ Redneck Wind Chimes
“Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?” daddy said drunkenly. I’m Joshua and that’s my memory when I was 12-years-old. I’m a grown man, now, and still it haunts me to this day.
Me and my 11-year-old brother, Joseph, were busy making empty bean cans and string into redneck wind chimes when we heard them fighting. Ma and Daddy had their share of fights, but this was serious. Daddy was too drunk to know what he was doing. The next we heard a blast. We ran inside and found Ma laying in a pool of blood, dead. Daddy was on the floor crying.
That’s the last we saw of Daddy except when he was in court for the trial. Guilty they said; sentenced to life in prison. My grandma never let us see him after the trial. Now, as adults, neither of us want to see him.
He can rot in hell for all I care.
The Term, “Redneck”
I’m a “redneck” and proud of it. The term “redneck” is not derogatory to those who know the history of Matewan, WV. I’m a Hatfield…yes from the Hatfield-McCoy Feud. My great-great-great grandfather was William Anderson Hatfield, known as “Devil Anse.” My grandmother was born and lived in Matewan, WV. I was born in Holden, WV. The coal mine companies took advantage of miners and their families paying them in scrip, “company money, not US dollars. This required them to shop at the “company” stores and rent housing from the “company.” The sheriff in Matewan, Sid Hatfield, supported the miners This changed with the formation of the UMW (United Mine Workers) union and the strikes for fair pay. The name “redneck” came from the striking miners wearing red bandanas around their necks to show their solidarity.For further information about Matewan and the Matewan Massacre in 1920, I encourage you to read “Do You Know Where the Word “Redneck” Comes From? Mine Wars Museum Opens, Revives Lost Labor History.” Yes…I‘ll say it again. I’m proud to be a redneck.