A Seed, Once Planted (standard:other, 898 words)
Author: Andrew Dayton	Added: Apr 29 2009	Views/Reads: 3139/2164	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
24 Hour Writing Contest Submission, April, 2009 Topic has to be touched upon only. Topic is shown below. "Silly Scilla, silly Scilla," the young girl sang, as she pushed another tiny blue flower into her hair. She knew she would have to

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Scilla couldn't stop thinking about the gold in her pocket.  She might
even be richer than the Massa.  She would buy the freedom of all the 
slaves in their row if there was enough.  Someday, Mamas everywhere 
would be naming their girls after her! 

The day dragged on for Scilla, but Mamm could feel the sun moving across
the sky far too quickly. 

At the end of the workday, they walked back to their shack, Scilla
plucking the violets from her hair as they walked. When they got to the 
shack Papa was already washing up and Mamm started fixing dinner. All 
three were quiet throughout dinner, lost in their thoughts; Mamm and 
Papa exchanging glances over the candle. 

After dinner Papa sat Scilla on his lap and brushed her hair lovingly. 
After a while he hugged her tight and sent her off to bed where she 
soon fell asleep. 

At the table, Mamm's face shone in the candle light as tears, long held
inside, coursed down her cheeks.  She and her husband clasped hands on 
the rough table. 

Mamm closed her eyes and whispered “Oh Lord, I know Scilla got to be
sold away tomorrow. Please give her to a good massa and protect her 
like she one of your angels.” 

Before long Mamm rose and went to kiss Scilla goodnight.  Seeing the
bulge in her apron she reached in and pulled out the purse.  Opening 
it, she tilted it toward the candle light and peered inside. A handful 
of violets, already starting to wilt, lent their sweet odor to the 
mildewing leather purse.  Mamm tucked it back into Scilla's pocket, 
kissed her and blew out the candle. 


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