The prompt this week will hopefully work with the holiday.
Prompt: … at last we were free…
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 99
Joseph and Joshua were free to marry. The Supreme Court Ruling on June 26, 2015 stated that the Constitution protected gays and their right to marry. Gay marriage was now legal in all of the United States.
Just in time for July 4th celebrations, Joshua and Joseph married. They lived together for 23 years and now they were legally married.
Joseph said, “… at last we were free… like the country. Let’s go to the fireworks tonight. Let’s celebrate!”
And so with sparklers and lawn chairs in hand they celebrated Independence Day for the US and for Gays.
The ruling by the Supreme Court is a landmark decision to change history forever for gay marriage as did the signing of the Declaration of Independence for our freedom from England and the signing of the Civil Rights Act on July 2, 1964 that prohibited discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, and national origin by federal and state governments.
I commend and thank the United States Supreme Court for upholding…
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 98
Jonathan left the sparsely filled train station for his hotel. All he wanted was a bed to crash in before he resumed his travels. The room was meager but was at least clean. Sleep was all Jon wanted. It was 1:15 am.
At 2:00 am Jonathan was still wide awake. “Why can’t I sleep?” he said to himself. He got up and headed to the bar. A young girl approached him as Jon entered.
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 175
The old ghostly graves stood for centuries lacking the attention needed. Each gravesite long abandoned by ancestors who died. The lawn was not cleanly trimmed and mowed. Trees and overgrowth encroached upon the markers. No one visited. No one tended to the markers. History long past forgotten.
At night, a lonely mockingbird sang its woeful tune with no one listening. It was no wonder he was sad. But if you became very quiet and stood in an unobtrusive spot, you saw the ghosts come out of their graves and wander. The ethereal sight took on a feeling of its own. Not creepy, but sobering to any who watched and listened.
The lost souls wandered about the grounds as if looking for something or someone. White transparent bodies, some without heads, some without legs searching. Wind blew through the trees adding to the haunting scene.
When would the souls of these lost ghosts rest? Where were they when they died? How did they die? When would they move toward the light? Only God or Goddess knew.
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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.