By Dana Cameron
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The name Nora suggested Irish, while black…of course. It was taking me a minute to acclimate to the idiom of the time. In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, black or white generally referred to hair rather than skin color. And her spelling, rather than being condemned for its irregularity, would have been praised for its creativity. I continued to read: …a little blacke Wench cursed with as terrible a Mouthe as I have ever had the Misfortune to heer. Tis little Surprize to discover that she is Irish, and as rabblesome as any who hie beyond the Pale, so I fear Correction will come only at great length of Time and much exercise of Discipline.
Following the road as it snaked away from the house, I moved over the hillocks on the slope on which the house stood, which eventually led out to a flatter stretch, delineated by a small brook. The wind wasn’t as bad now as when I’d been driving, and I could just detect the signs of life beginning to peep out of the dead-looking ground. Little pale green shoots reached up through the carpet of muddy brown leaves and small buds appeared on the trees and bushes around me. A little gazebo stood in the middle of an open area some way off the road and I was stopped in my tracks by the view when I climbed up into it.
BRIAN SOUNDED AS though… Chapter 8 FROM THE SOUNDS I HEARD EARLY SATURDAY MORNING, as far… Chapter 9 DESPITE THE RACKET MY FLAT LEATHER SHOES slapping the pavement… Chapter 10 FAITH WAS MURDERED THEN. THE THOUGHT POPPED into my head… Chapter 11 THERE WAS JACK, LYING SLUMPED AGAINST THE latticework railing of… Chapter 12 “NOOO! ” IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO RECOGNIZE Sasha’s voice. Chapter 14 IF I’D HAVE KNOWN WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AT… Chapter 15 “YOU KNOW,” PAM KOBRINSKI WAS SAYING, “I think we just… Chapter 16 A DREADFUL POUNDING WOKE ME THE NEXT MORNING, and it… Chapter 17 I RESOLUTELY WENT BACK TO MY ROOM, DETERMINED to continue… Chapter 18 THE GRINDING NOISES COMING FROM UNDER THE hood finally convinced… Chapter 19 MY FACE WAS GETTING HOT FROM MY PROXIMITY to the… Chapter 20 “PUT THE GUN DOWN, HARRY,” PAM ORDERED calmly.
A Fugitive Truth by Dana Cameron