Underground Railroad

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 99

IN BOND SHIPMENT

With a wary glance over her shoulder, Laura rushed into the general store, her lungs burning. She thrust a basket into the shopkeeper’s arms.

“Hold this until the train comes.” She dropped a dollar on the counter. “I’ve more if necessary.”

Just then, a barrel-chested man with savage blue eyes burst in, cracked a horsewhip and bellowed, “That’s my property. This Quaker witch is a thief!”

A calm smile on his face, the shopkeeper reached into the basket and caressed the mulatto infant’s light-brown cheek. “Your son, sir?”

“How dare you!”

The shopkeeper winked at Laura. “No charge, Mrs. Haviland.”

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A GLIMPSE INTO MY PROCESS

Renee snapped this week’s photo in Tecumseh, Michigan where she lives. By the architecture I could tell that the building is old. How old I wasn’t sure but looks like 19th century. So I began the journey on the Google super highway which led me to the Underground Railroad. Tecumseh, for the most part, was anti-slavery and helped many an African American on the journey to freedom. Among these unsung heroes was Laura Smith Haviland. A champion abolitionist, she did have some slave owners angrily on her trail. To Tecumseh’s credit, there’s no record of any escaped slave ever being returned to his or her owners.