My Hope is Built: Daisies (Part Three)

They stood there, Sadie with flowers outstretched and Ms. Moses with the stock of her old gun nestled beneath her arm.   Neither one could tell you how long they stood that way, but slowly Ms. Moses began to lower the double barrel and Sadie felt herself exhale.   She couldn’t remember in all of her twenty … Continue reading My Hope is Built: Daisies (Part Three)