Slave of Nature

Slave of Nature

A Story by LynLee
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Super short for english

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The blistering sun touched my skin and I felt the first sweat drop of the day. "Many more to come child.", Minnie said to me.

"Will it be like this always?", I asked.

 " 'Fraid so.", She replied. I stuck the hoe back into the soft dirt, still wet after the rain. I felt more sweat drops fall onto my face. My
homeland wasn't like this. The sun touched us, but it didn't burn us, blister us or make us wet with sweat.
 

"Take a break child, it will be a long day. Go get some water for yourself and the rest of us by the creek will ya'?"

 "Yes'm.", I said to her. I put the hoe down and walked towards the woods. The soft dirt coming into the cracks of my feet, almost soothing them.
The creek was deep into the woods and the moment I stepped through the barrier of trees I felt free. I ran to the creek instead of walking, ignoring
the pains my feet and legs told me. The creek ran between two old Green trees. I stepped closer and the wind blew the branches low enough they tickled my
face. I reached up and grabbed the leaves. I felt as though the trees were calling to me, telling me to be with them always, to take care of them and talk
to them. My tribe always appreciated nature and I grew up on that. I gathered some water into a copper bucket and started to walk back to the horrid plantation, but I first
gave water to the trees, then said good-bye.

 The walk back through the woods seemed to take forever and I found myself always thinking about the trees. I didn't even notice when I stepped
through the shade and back into the sun. I never noticed my feet walking from the roughness of the woods to the softness of the mud. Didn't notice the water still in my
hand and the thirsty slaves yelling for some. And most of all, I didn't notice my master holding the whip and watching me walk closer to him. His lips were moving, but I
heard no words come out.

"You asked for it girl.", were the last words I heard with the sound of the whip being lashed.
 Now I am one with the trees.

© 2012 LynLee


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