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Synopsis: Two Blocks from Slab Town is based on the actual events of Cissy, an eight year old girl, growing up in a Southern, rural town during the 1960’s. Her father was a World War II veteran suffering from a post traumatic stress disorder. Cissy lives two blocks from Slab Town, an area where homes were made out of rough, slabs of wood. These huts provided little protection from its predatory environment, animal as well as human. Cissy's mother was a clairvoyant, while her father was a clairsentient. She was able to survive and protect those around her by unleashing her sixth sense. As Cissy, I was glad to have this experience. I learned that a single flame can cut through the darkness making its own path.
"To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing." Princess Elizabeth Bibesco, 1897-1945
Since the policeman was at the west gate, we took the scenic route home…a detour through the outskirts of Slab Town.
Joey and I walked carefully keeping an eye out for just about anything. One never knew what danger skulked ahead or crawled up from behind.
We passed one house where several men were sitting on a front porch drinking something from a brown bottle. I knew it was beer.
One whistled while another one yelled, "Hey…pretty thing…how about coming over here for a second."
I pretended not to see them. I kept walking. A hidden rule in Slab Town was to show no fear. Otherwise, you became a victim.
One of the men got off the porch and stumbled towards the middle of the yard.
"Okay…be like that…you stuck up little priss," he slurred.
I could see by the corner of my eye, that not everyone on that porch was drunk. One man appeared wiry. His attention was focused on me. His gazed burned a hole right through me.
A voice inside my head said, "Ignore him. Just keep walking. Do not run!"
Soon, we came up to another road and turned left. Soon after, I felt an electrical current shoot up my spine. Another warning…something lurked behind us. Before I glanced over my shoulder to see what it was, I heard it growl.
A big, gray dog with patches of missing hair stood a few feet away from us. Its eyes flashed green. I stood between it and Joey. I swallowed. I waited for it to make its move.
(to be continued…)
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