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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Minnie stared out her window at the rising moon and yawned.
“Girl,” said Mama Mary, Minnie’s great-grandmother. “You ain’t gonna learn to read stayin’ up all night.”
“I hate school. The kids call me Minnie Crazy.”
“Tell me what’s in them visions, child?”
“I see my great-great-grandma being brung here on a slave ship. I see elephants and birds and angels.”
Minnie Evans’ visions continued to haunt her. One day, paintbrush or crayon in hand, she recreated her dreams.
Her husband Julian frowned. “Pictures don’t put food on the table.”
Minnie trembled. “God told me I havta paint or die.”
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