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This is the Six Sentence Story
It is a writing-prompt bloghop, hosted by Denise.
A prompt word each week. Six sentences is the number of sentences a story is required to have; no more and no less.
[Note: This Six is one of a series of stories set in the infamous Parchman Farms, a state prison in Mississippi. The era is early Twentieth Century. Following are links to to previous Parchman Farm Six Sentence stories: ‘Shake’ ‘Polish’ ‘Agreed’ ‘Release’]
This week’s word:
PASSION
“The Lord examines the righteous, but the wicked, those who love violence, he hates with a passion!”
On the far side of the wrought-iron gates of Camp 8, the preacher threatened damnation and promised heavenly rewards, his god shielding him from the scourge of irony; now, hours into the afternoon, he brought the Sunday service to an end, armpits of his white suit proud laurels of his victory over the devil.
Just to the left of the front door, Billy Tulane crouched protectively next to the oldest convict in Parchman Farm, “Jes like Boss Roscoe said last night, ‘ceptin he left out the part about how long this fool can talk,” being young Billy remembered every detail of the surprise visit from the cage boss the evening before; being old the other man didn’t bother, having learned that a man’s spirit took up room inside him and keeping life spare and simple was the key.
The convicts of Camp 8 moved off the porch in search of rest in the remains of the day, ignoring the scraps of the feast enjoyed by the preacher and the warden who, in the heat-blurred distance, passed through the open gate out of the prison.
“What I don’t understand is how you stay so calm,” the young man slid down the rough pine wall to a sitting position next to the old man, “all that talk about God and salvation, gots to work a man up.”
Moving only his eyes, the wood cross worn around his neck in a protective embrace of ebony and faith, the old man stared out over the endless fields, “That preacher man done left the classroom early, passion is to conviction as the seed is to the flame, only together can we use their power.”