“For you, a special price, Sir! It’s a round $500.”
Money exchanged sticky hands.
Dark skin gleaming, Thursday hugged his family and walked away with his new master.
Hope for a new dawn lingered in his breast. Hope against hope.
~ Circa 1860
©Shailaja V
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I’ve always had hope, but in my darkest hours I’ve always been pretty lucky. Not sure I would be able to summon hope if I found myself in Thursday’s place. This was very moving.
I like the story you painted here. You’re like me – you reach for the hopeful things. Nice job!
I am the kind who looks for hope in the darkest of hours, Christine. As a manic-depression survivor, I’ve learnt that the darkest battles are the ones waged within ourselves. Thank you for your kind comment <3
This is heartbreaking, and powerful! Thursday….
Thank you very much, Gina <3
Bam! You nailed this one, Shailaja!
Aww, thanks a ton, Kymm 🙂
Poignant capture here!
Thank you and welcome to my blog! Your blog seems very interesting ! 🙂
This is heartbreaking in some ways – the same ways that restore it in a single breath. Beautiful take.
Thank you so much!
Thursday’s a better man than I; pretty sure I wouldn’t be hopeful or excited after being ripped away from a family I’d probably never see again, knowing they too could be sold apart, beaten to death or raped and nobody would care. Maybe if I pretend he was sold to an abolitionist or something, and he’s moving to New York?
Indeed, Rowan. But when all else fails, hope is the one thing that keeps us afloat? Although, I confess I do like your spin on that far better!
That is such an unhopeful situation. Slavery in the first place. And then being sold away from his family. 🙁
But, he has to stay hopeful, right? What else can he do? 🙁
Life was bought cheaply then. Very moving piece.
Thank you, Tina. Appreciate your reading <3
Too cheap, it’s true 🙁
Aah! Hope against hope… when hope is hungry, everything feeds it.
I like that, Shilpa. Everything feeds it. Beautiful!
Makes one think, to remember, well written x
Remembering is the only way to make sure we don’t repeat those mistakes.Thank you <3
exactly x
Well-written Shailaja!! hope keeps every man going !!
Thank you Cynthia!
Hope’s the only thing that gives the strength to stand for another tomorrow.
Well-written!
Without it, we would be pretty badly off, right? Thanks Keirthana.
Ahh slavery was a bane wasn’t it? Still people had hopes for without hope what’s there in life?
Rightly said, Naba. In hope lies the salvation of the human soul.