Week 130 of Saturday Centus.

Moments before she saw his glazed red eye peering through the knot hole in the door she heard his foot fall on the path.  Even the stench of his tobacco breath came before him
Pearl had finished washing; removing the grime of the fields from her face. She stood wringing the face cloth into the basin of water and placed the sliver of soap on the window ledge.
She was a slave and this was part of their procreation. He who had taken her mother’s and her grandmother’s womb and their power to love was about take her like a beast.

Inspired by the ‘red eye‘  and the stories in Bridging the Americas ; literature by Toni Morrison, Paule Marshall and Gayl Jones by Stelamaris Coser.