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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part VIII (Conclusion)

Anthony went home.  He didn’t tell his mother or siblings that he was coming to town.  He didn’t know himself. He got up in the morning and altered his usual rituals.  Instead of sitting on the side of his well-made … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part VII

The Juneteenth Picnic Bill’s biscuits made a comfortable home next to Skip’s barbecue chicken.  Rita made potato salad after much cajoling, feigning it was not good enough.  But everyone always eats it up, Skip complained.  Suzy brought only her smile … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part VI

They laid upon the soil against a stump in the dark of the sacrificial woods behind Bill’s family’s old house.  Stars shone between the tall trees. “When was the first time?” Suzy said.  “Come on.  Out with it.” Bill took … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part V

[Editor's note:  You can find Parts I - IV by clicking the "A Graveyard Full of Ghosts" link on the right under "Categories."] “Are you Bill?” He turned on his barstool and looked up at a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part IV

Everyone started to look glazed over, the aftermath of too much good food and too much time in the sun.  Reverend Altamont Smith made comments wishing the Hawk family well on their move to the Big City, with particular blessings … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part III

I’m so tired of being alone I’m so tired of on-my-own Won’t you help me girl, just as soon as you can. . . Al Green joined them on the front porch as they slurped peach cobbler a la mode … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts – Part II

Suzy’s tightly kinked Afro wiggled in the warm eddies swirling inside of her convertible as they flew down the interstate.  She smiled. “Did I tell you how excited I am that you came?” “No, not at all,” Bill said.  He … Continue reading

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A Graveyard Full of Ghosts

[Ed. Note:  This is set 5 years after the events of "Sin Against the Race."] The invitation came from Suzy in Facebook e-mail.  Bill mulled it over while sipping Earl Grey in his boxers, staring at the screen.  His mother … Continue reading

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