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As always, please be considerate of your fellow Fictioneers and keep your stories to 100 words. (Title is not included in the word count.) Many thanks.
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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
THE BUTLER DID IT
Six-year-old Billy earned a bit here and there on the Post-Civil War streets of Richmond dancing for anyone who’d watch.
A passerby tossed a penny at the boy’s feet. “Cute little darky.”
Determined to be more than a ‘pickaninny,’ Billy tapped his way from Vaudeville to the Harlem, and, ultimately, to Broadway. Top hat and tails became his trademarks.
Hollywood relegated him to servant roles.
“Everything’s copacetic.” He said as he instructed his diminutive partner. “Take small steps or you know what happens.”
Slipping her lily-white hand in Bill “Bojangles” Robinson’s, Shirley Temple giggled. “Yeah, I fall on my keester.”
Here’s a taste of what I’m talking about: