Keep on Running
Time had passed since Abigail heard the voices so maybe the coast was clear.
They had been muffled at first until the footsteps got closer, and then she could clearly hear the familiar, distinct southern drawl. Two men conversing, unaware of her presence as she lay silent and motionless in the undergrowth, not daring to breathe. She recognized the plantation foreman, Ned, immediately.
“As I said Caleb it ain’t gonna make an ounce of diff’rence. You can lock ‘em up at nightfall but if they want it bad enough, they’ll as sure as hell try and make a run for it”
“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm?” Responded the younger man.
“Exactly” said Ned, “They just need direction” his voice trailing off as they moved away.
Abigail shuddered, remembering the whipping she had received the last time she escaped.
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Ingrid is hosting Prosery Monday At D'Verse Poets tonight and has asked us to write a piece of Flash Fiction (Prosery) using no more than 144 words excluding the title. We are to use this line from William Blake's poem, The Chimney Sweeper. "So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm"