Questioning the Angels

Flash Fiction

L.T. Garvin

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All about the front yard, Baby ran barefoot through the sparse buffalo grass, the hard clay dirt peeking through it in big gaps, him grinning with that toothy grin. Baby was happy.

Ma had five kids; Baby was the youngest at three-years-old. He was always busy, his little chubby fingers prying sticks and rocks.

“Y’all watch him. I gotta get the clothes from the lye. They done been there too long,” Mama yelled from the porch.

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L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.