A short story by Andrew Joyce
Author of REDEMPTION and MOLLY LEE
A Sleepy Dusty Delta Day
(With Apologies to Bobbie Gentry)
It was a sleepy, dusty delta day. I was out in the field, picking cotton—down in the lower forty. Momma came to me with the news.
My man killed himself.
Henry was my life. Henry was my everything.
He was a long way from home when he died. He should have been here with me, not out chasing money.
It was me that drove him off. I was always going on about how I wanted this and how I wanted that. Now all I want is my Henry back.
It don’t seem right that I’m here and he ain’t.
I think I’ll go to him.
The mountain ain’t that high, I can be up on top by sunset.
I said my good-bye to momma and started out. She had no idea where I was going or what I was…
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Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog 
A story I enjoyed very much. 🙂
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Andrew will be delighted to hear that Aurora 👍😃
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Good story, Chris. Thanks for sharing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Welcome Suzanne – Have a great Christmas and 2016 🎉🎈💥
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I liked Molly Lee a lot. Love Son of a Preacher Man – a pretty evocative song.
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Three words brought that whole song back to me…Son of a Preacher Man.
Mega hugs!
Happy holidays, dear Ape.
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