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.
Two Blocks from Slab TownInvisible (part one)by Saturna Brown
Posted: 15:51 May 2, 2009
Fear leads you directly into the path of that which you fear. Anonymous
It was an early summer evening when Joey ran into the house screaming at the top of his lungs, "The mosquito man…the mosquito man!"
Naturally, I was sitting on the toilet when he began banging on the door.
"Cissy!" Joey shouted. "Are you in there?"
"Well…yeah!" I shouted back.
"Hurry up," he urged.
I took care of business and nearly tripped over him when I opened the door.
"See you later… alligator," I said running out the back door.
Joey followed at my heels.
The white curtain of mosquito spray left a trail going down Moody Avenue, the street running in front of our home. We knew the spray truck would circle back going down Martin Street which ran along the side of our home. We stood in the road waiting for it to return.
Joey jumping up and down, "I hear him…I hear him."
When we saw the truck we began to scream. Chasing after it was the thrill of our lives, because running in the thick mist was like being invisible. No one could see us inside this cloud. On and on we ran, not worrying about tripping and falling on the sandy road or running out of breath.
Being in this cloud, reminded me of something Mother had told me about the 'other side.' Grandma Jane had visited Mother after she had given birth to Mike in the hospital. She stated her mother had sat on the edge of the bed and told her about the 'other side.' Grandma Jane had described traveling through a thick mist to visit Mother. She stated that death was just another form of existence.
Since I had known since birth, that I was reincarnated, I believed Mother's story.
Finally, we had to stop to catch our breath. I believed I could find home by just turning around and walking blindly in that direction. Well, that was just plain dumb!
SPLAT! I walked right into someone's mailbox. I took a few steps back. WHAM! I fell down on top of Joey. He started to cry as I rolled off of him. Darn! My head was hurting and I was not sure if I was bleeding or not.
I reached out for the dark shape lying on the road. "Give me your hand."
Joey slapped my hand away. "NO!"
He got up and ran away from me. Jeepers! I wondered if he knew where he was going because I sure didn't. It would take time for the mist to fade.
"Come back…Joey…it's better for us to stay together," I yelled after him.
I heard the sound of his footsteps and if I did not follow that sound, I would be all alone.
I thought I was on the dirt road moving in the right direction, until my feet no longer touched the ground and I fell on top of something thin and bony.
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