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Genre: Historical Fiction circa late 1800’s
Word Count: 100
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“Dear Lord, we thank you for the bounty we are about to receive…for the Pilgrims and their faith…the first Thanksgiving…”
Folding her hands, ten-year-old Wawatseka renamed Victoria by her teachers, shut her eyes while Reverend Prichard droned on.
Grandfather’s stories wafted through her mind—a distant memory. “They feasted after each massacre of our people.”
Wawatseka’s ears ached for Mother’s songs and Father’s drumbeats. Detesting white gravy and mashed potatoes, Wawatseka longed for savory corn stew.
Thick fingers thumped her head. “Victoria! We’ve finished grace. What do you say?”
She glared at the reverend and, through clenched teeth, whispered, “Amen.”
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