“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
exactly x
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.
Thank you very much, Gina <3
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
I like the story you painted here. You’re like me – you reach for the hopeful things. Nice job!
This is heartbreaking, and powerful! Thursday….
Aww, thanks a ton, Kymm 🙂
Bam! You nailed this one, Shailaja!
Thank you and welcome to my blog! Your blog seems very interesting ! 🙂
Thank you so much!
Too cheap, it’s true 🙁
I like that, Shilpa. Everything feeds it. Beautiful!
Remembering is the only way to make sure we don’t repeat those mistakes.Thank you <3
Thank you Cynthia!
Without it, we would be pretty badly off, right? Thanks Keirthana.
Poignant capture here!
This is heartbreaking in some ways – the same ways that restore it in a single breath. Beautiful take.
Thank you, Tina. Appreciate your reading <3
But, he has to stay hopeful, right? What else can he do? 🙁
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!
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?
That is such an unhopeful situation. Slavery in the first place. And then being sold away from his family. 🙁
Life was bought cheaply then. Very moving piece.
Aah! Hope against hope… when hope is hungry, everything feeds it.
Makes one think, to remember, well written x
Well-written Shailaja!! hope keeps every man going !!
Hope’s the only thing that gives the strength to stand for another tomorrow.
Well-written!
Rightly said, Naba. In hope lies the salvation of the human soul.
Ahh slavery was a bane wasn’t it? Still people had hopes for without hope what’s there in life?