“Witches live behind those broken windows,” she whispers pointing to the older Georgian brick house on the hill.
“Not witches. Slave ghosts,” he answers matter-of-factly.
He throws a stone hitting the abandoned house’s shutter. She throws a stone smashing another window. She was always better at things than he was… a better marksman, a faster swimmer.
When she picked wild berries, she was never jabbed by the thorns. She never pulled so tightly the crushed berries oozed their insides. Her berries were always ripe, plump, and whole.
His country cousin always left him in the dust.
“Not this time,” he thought as he glared at the jagged reflections of the newly broken window.
“I am going to scare her to death…”
Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh is an author, activist and good friend keeping busy saving the world and sipping sweet tea on her front porch in Charlottesville, Virginia. She founded Peer Review, a literary and art magazine for the Charlottesville recovery community. She blogs regularly at cvillewinter.wordpress.com, a page featured in wordpress’ freshly pressed, and also guest blogs at other sites.
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