Moonlight fell like slivers of light on the sea, as the ship circled the island. She gathered up her carpetbag to disembark, not that she had very much by way of possessions to begin with. She had with her a sewing kit, and Irish lace to earn her keep. Luckily, she wasn’t alone. Her brother Joe looked after her, but he soon he would leave her to ride the train from New York to Battle Mountain, where her uncle and cousins would meet her with the wagon. He would work on the boats and come to her by way of Galveston months later. She clutched the old carpetbag to her chest, the stars overhead wheeled a brilliant mantle over the desert sky. She wanted to sing about the halo she saw around the sun. That sundog of music filled her with wild dreams. Then the low lying fog that muted all sound, spoke of other futures, and no one would hear her silent screams tinged with fire, her earthly inheritance, or the lyrics of blood coursing through the generations that she would beget.
5/24/23 Write On! with Susie Terence
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