Historical Fiction

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“Just do it! Now open the door.”

Bridget reached out and turned the knob, stepping into 1776.The sound of gunfire made Bridget cry out. She whirled around, taking in all the soldiers and the cannons.

“What is this?” she screamed.

“It’s the past! This must be a memory room! Get down!”

“You broke my little brother’s heart,” Carlo says in Sicilian.

“Don’t speak that mumbo jumbo at me,” says Dr. Hodge.“You made him think you were his friend.” Carlo says in Sicilian as he walks toward Dr. Hodge. “You fooled him. But you never fooled me. You broke my broke my baby brother’s heart.”

“No one understands you, old man. No one understands any of you. Get out of my way.” Dr. Hodge walks on.

Carlo lunges at him.

“Don’t stab!” yelps Dr. Hodge. He beats Carlo on the head with one fist and pulls out a pistol.”

Lord! What’s going on? “Stop!” I shout. “Carlo doesn’t have a knife. He doesn’t have anything.”

Dr. Hodge has the pistol in both hands now and he’s using it like a club, smashing Carlo in the forehead.Smashing and smashing, as if he’s lost his mind. Blood gushes.

Devour Poetry?

Some people call me a child-witch,

but I’m just a girl who likes to watch

the hands of the women

as they gather wild herbs and flowers

to heal the sick.

Sometimes I feel like a bee making honey-

a bee, feared by all, even though the wild bees

of these mountains in Cuba

are stingless, harmless, the source

of nothing but sweet, golden food.

I wonderwhat those five drugstore conspiratorsare thinking now…

All the same, we witnessedTow of the greatest speakers in AmericaLock their horns in a battleThat won’t soon be forgotten.

I imagine somedayThis trial will be famous for changing the wayPeople think about their history,Especially these children…

Some things will change, someWill stay the same.

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