I am happy to share.
Sharing is good, I am told. The action leads to good character.
Today, I will share the beginning of a story in my Red Loam collection. The manuscript, From Red Loam, features ten short stories connected to my novel, Sons of the Edisto. Two of the stories have been published.
For today’s Six Sentence Sunday, I invite you to read a passage from The Unclaimed. The pastor is gazing at the son he claims as his own.
You may also read posts from The Bannister Histories or visit the Sons of the Edisto page to learn more.
He was no one’s child. He was everyone’s child. Wrapped in his first blanket, the baby lay in a crib carved by the pastor. The man smiled. Eyes—the color of ashen storm clouds at dawn—stared at him.
“Can he see me?” the pastor asked his wife.
By Rebecca T. Dickinson
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