Final part 3. Click here for part 1 or part 2. The man stopped speaking again. The villagers did not whisper now and their faces were blank. David glanced at Billy, at the man, at the villagers. He began to pull the money out of his pocket. They will not hurt me. Hurt us. “The … Continue reading
For Part I, click here. Billy’s feet shuffled in the laterite dust and blush red covered them. The red dust mixed with his sweat and small stains of red covered his ankles and shins. His head and arms glinted and his purple shirt was wet around the armpits and neckline. Even now, the abandoned copper … Continue reading
Since this blog strives to be creative, yet often just focuses on the psalms, I offer an excerpt from my first novel (not yet published). In it, David is an American missionary in central Africa, along with his interpreter Billy, a pastor from Lusaka. In this scene, David and Billy return to a village where … Continue reading
