BILLY BOOKSIE,had the day off from school. It was veterans day and his small town celebrated that state of reverence. BILLY was like all wide eyed,vivid imaginative young beings, breathing air in life. He found his favorite spot in the park by the apple tree. He decided to sit on the bench and hope, Susan, would pass, so he could talk and flirt.
As BILLY waited, a young boy walked by. He was young and a stranger to BILLY,as he knew all who lived in town. The youngster asked him if he knew his GREAT GRANDFATHER. BILLY said,"NO". The boy said, "He was a freed slave". Billy had no real idea of the boys relations. He was free today and waited for Susan.
The boy asked if he had a penny. BILLY said no. The boy cried. He was hungry and had to find food. He told BILLY his GRANDFATHER was sick and could not work. Had no money saved, because he was a free slave. The young person asked if he could shine BILLYS shoes. Run to the store for him. Do anything for him.
The child said, the slaves came on ships. Crammed in dark wet holes of ships. Women had babies that fell to the ship rocks. People died and stayed chained in the hole. People did their stuff off the shelf, with the brown ozing down over others. People vomited over each other,the cabin was locked and dark, with no air. Sometimes all died of disease,others were killed,beat and starved- - - -
BILLY on the bench woke up. Susan was shaking his arm. WHERE is he? I want to give him a penny. WHO, your dreaming again BILLY. THE END
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