Originally Posted by winterstorm
It has an interesting start... mysterious bits throughout.
Good title... makes me curious enough to read on...
I'm unsure as to who the MC is and what position the MC holds....
Why would the step daughter of someone he has never met ask him to help take care of chickens?
..... needs a tiny edit
Winterstorm, you have a reader's eye. It's a true story except for the chicken part. I didn't know where to go with the story and I wanted to exit the morgue scene, so I just made up that part about the taking care of chickens. (But have to admit, there were some chickens running around those dusty roads)
I was taken to Jamacia years ago by a Jamacian friend whose stepfather (the preacher) was found dead in his shanty. Four-fifths of Jamaica is mountainous terrain, and I was high up (no pun) in the hills for 23 days. It was like being in the twilight zone--no running water, no gas, no electricity. No nothing! But just a good time with farmers and the poor who occupied those hills. Dirt poor--a notch above Haiti.
I almost left the hill in a hurry though. As soon as I arrived (I was the only white face up there), two locals died within three days. I began getting nervous, thinking that I had brought bad luck up there. I told my friend if one more heart stops beating, I'm outta here (
) before they come to hunt me down with torches the way they did to the Frankenstein monster. Fortunately, nobody else died and I had a grand time for nearly a month before I headed back to the civilized
Making my stay quite comfortable were nine-year-old twin sisters who sang like black angels. They had the sweetest voices imaginable, tinged with that Jamaican accent. Wow! Heavenly, could have given Marley himself a run for his money. You had to hear them sing to believe it.
Thanks for showing interest. You have a good eye and a bright mind.
White picket? There weren't any fences, and I was the only thing white.