Good evening, Literati!
Pleased to say that my computer is behaving properly now–would not reboot for a few days until it was properly caffeinated.
But now that i am back on line, let me post the first of our finalists in our contest You Didn’t Write That. We (moi, actually) demanded of our finalists a new prompt “This changes everything”
But actually, this entry changes nothing. We already knew that Tisha Deutsch was a talented and sensitive writer. this just proves the case.
Tell Me a Story
by Tisha Deutsch
The man who talks to me, the one in the office decorated with stuffed animals, sits in a soft leather chair. It’s brown, except for the edges, where his hands rest. Those are worn grey. He says to me in a voice that matches his chair, “Honey, it’s important for you to tell me your story.”
Hard as I could, I tried to remember. I wanted to give him what he said I needed so he would make me all better and feel real good about the work he did, fixing me up clean and nice. But I knew. He could never understand what it meant to be me, eight years alive and still no story worth telling. It fell out over the ocean as I crossed the world that day. Lost. Like the piece of bubblegum I was hiding that I’m sure my sister took. Just as the rest of them, the man in the chair, my parents, she’s white. Not me though. I am a brown girl in a white world.
“Shush, don’t cry. This changes everything. You’re going to Amadeeca!” My African nanny whispered to me before I left.
She was right.
…but perhaps Tisha will help her tell a new story?