With suitcases in hand, Grandmomma prepared to walk out of the front door. I begged her to stay in the midst of a scuffle and desperate plea. She rolled her dark, drunk eyes at me and pushed past with bags clenched in her hand. As she widened the already opened door, I heard her mumble something about a fast thang. Then seconds later . . .
Smmmmock! The slippery smack of a fist on face. Crashing breakables. Horrendous screams. A symphony of horrible sounds that would haunt me even in my dreams.
Eating the deaf ear of a hog was the excuse. Surely a human being would not desire to live a life of hedonism without influence. Possession was the meat of swine and the ear had to be deaf, spawning the cause for ignorance. This tainted supper turned Grandmomma into a witch, a new breed harlot. An example of what a woman shouldn't be.
(Excerpt from Small Pleasures: Mya's Story. Copyright 2011 Darnishia Bolden)
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