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Kesia

I cut my teeth writing on Hubpages back in 2009. I've written 17 novels, numerous songs, and short stories since. I love to write love.

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A little bug and a lot of fuss.

Kesia Williams slowly stepped on the two-foot-wide flat rock bridge to cross the creek. With her bible in one hand and her purse in the other, she balanced herself. A mosquito landed on her arm holding her purse. She swatted at it with her bible...slip and splash! She fell in the water that was only a few inches deep but it was cold, even on that hot Mississippi July day. She was headed to the Freewater Baptist Church in Tunica. It was a five-mile walk but Kesia loved every step on Sundays. She sat in the water, holding the bible and her purse in the air. She shouted as loud as she could for her grandson, "Lawrence, Lawrence I needs help! Help Lawrence!" 16-year-old Lawrence wasn't feeling well that morning. It was the reason he didn't want to go to Church.

He was laying on the edge of the porch when he heard his grandmother calling for him. He sat up quickly and felt a little dizzy. Lawerence got up and made his way down the path to the creek. He could see Kesia with her arms up, sitting in the water, he just had to grin. He asked, "Grandmamma, you fell in the water?" Kesia grumbled, "No...it was the devil sent a skeeter. I fell in the air and the water was at the bottom! Help me get out!" Lawrence couldn't hide his grin and he reached and helped 90-year-old Kesia out of the creek. She stood on the bank and turned around trying to look at her wet behind.

Lawrence grinned and said, "You got green moss on yo butt grandma." Kesia huffed and said, "I have to change." She looked at Lawrence and snapped, "We needs to make a bigger bridge cross the creek." Lawrence crossed his arms and said, "That would be a lot of work." Kesia looked at him and said, "It's been a lot of work to raise you since yo momma ran off with that gamblin' fool." Lawrence hung his head and said, "I know grandmamma. If you'd let me quit school like I want, I could get a job and help out." Kesia grimaced and snapped, "You ain't quittin' school! You gonna go to college and you gonna make yoself and yo grandmamma proud. Get back to that rug on the porch. I got to change and go to church." Kesia kept her arms raised and walked back to the house. She only owned three good dresses, a white one, a black one and a blue one. She took her blue dress off and changed into her white one.

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A sermon of a dream.

Lawrence was laying back down when she stepped off of the porch. She said, "Pick you some mint from the garden and make tea. Put a little honey in it. I'm off to church." Kesia made her way down the path to the log bridge crossing the creek. She slowly and carefully walked in the middle and made it across. She thought aloud, "Thank you, Lord!" The dirt, grass, and gravel road led to a blacktop road. Kesia sang the old gospel song, "Standing In The Need Of Prayer," as she walked down the road. A few locals passed by her and waved. They knew Kesia wouldn't accept a ride because she loved walking the country road every Sunday morning.

Even when it rained, she walked with her umbrella. The choir was singing, "Go Tell It On The Mountain," when Kesia eased in the doorway. She walked down the aisle and sat next to her friend, Lola. Loa whispered, "You late Kesia. You never late." Kesia smiled and said, "I fell in the creek. Had to change my dress." Lola whispered, "Lordy Kesia, you 90 years old. You best not be fallin'." Kesia smiled and said, "I know. I know." The choir finished singing and Pastor Luther Wilson stepped up from the front row and stood behind the pulpit. He cleared his throat and opened his bible. He began to read from Mattew, stopped, and wiped the sweat from his brow. He pounded on the pulpit and grumbled, "Sometimes I don't think hell is as hot as it is in Mississippi in July. Some of the congregation chuckled and others said, Amen brother Wilson as they fanned themselves with paddle stick cardboard fans." Pastor Luther said, "I was gonna read from Mathew today but I think I'll tell you all bout the dream I had. I was home takin' a nap on the davenport.

My mind slipped into a dream about this town. I dreamed that a woman left here with a gambling man." Kesia leaned forward and listened hard. He continued, "They returned with hundreds of children. They was bad children. They was buildin' juke joints and awful places of ill repute."He wiped a tear and went on, "I saw the devil himself smilin' at them. I saw such exploitation of poor folks that they was stealin' from each other to serve the devils. I screamed at the man and woman to get thee behind me but they eyes turned dead gray and they mouths spit filthy lucre." Luther looked out over the congregation and noticed Kesia was crying.

He stepped down from the pulpit and walked straight to her. He put his hand on her shoulder as she looked up at him. He asked, "Why are you crying, sister Kesia?" Kesia wiped her tears with her pink silk handkerchief and said with a shaking voice, "I think you dreamed bout my daughter. She ran off with that gambler." As Lola patted Kesia's back and tried to comfort her, Pastor Luther smiled and said, "Oh sweet sister Kesia, it was just a dream I had. I know the story of your daughter, Trella. That woman in my dream looked nothin' like her. Don't you fret at all about what was in my dream. I believe it was a warning to the folks in this church and this town to not let the devils in."

Kesia smiled a little and said, "Thank you, Pastor. I'm gonna say lots of prayers fo this church and town along with ones fo my daughter and grandson, Lawrence." Pastor Luther asked, "Where is Lawrence? He is always with you." Kesia answered, "He's feelin' a bit under the weather today. I'm thinkin' he might have a case of Don't wanna go to churchitis." The Pastor and congregation laughed as he patted her shoulder and chuckled as he said, "Yip...some folks get that now and then. Hope the boy feels better soon." Kesia smiled as Pastor Luther walked back to his pulpit.

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The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Two years later, Kesia died in her garden. Lawrence managed to contact his mother, Trella and she told him she was coming to the funeral. She also told Lawrence that she and her man were coming back to Tunica anyhow. They had scored a fortune in Las Vegas, Nevada. The funeral was on a beautiful Sunday spring morning. Trella and her man were late. Kesia was laid in her casket in her white dress, bible in one hand, purse in the other. Pastor Luther Wilson stepped to the front of the room by the casket, held his bible, and said, "Kesia Williams had a hard life. Her husband, Joseph was killed in World War Two. He was part of The Red Ball Express delivering fuel and goods. "He looked back at the casket and continued, "Kesia never re-married and raised their daughter by herself. Later in life, she would raise her grandson."

Trella sat in the back of the room and squirmed as he continued, "Kesia was crossing the creek by her home one Sunday and fell in. She had her bible in one hand and her purse in the other. Fallin' in that ol creek didn't stop her. She changed her dress, crossed that creek, and walked 5 miles to church. I have a good feelin' that Mrs. Kesia Williams has crossed another creek to heaven. I would imagine that Jesus met her on that road, held her hand, and walked with her. God rest her soul." Pastor Luther hugged Lawrence. They were both crying as the casket was closed and carried to the Hearse. The only two dry eyes were Trella and her man, Gary. They left quickly and didn't attend the burial.

They were at Kesia's house when Lawrence came home. Trella reached out to hug Lawrence on the porch. He put his hands up and said, "No...don't." Trella whimpered, "I know I did a lot of things wrong boy but I can make it right. Me and Gary got money, lots of money. Gary was sitting on a cane bottom chair, in his three-piece suit, shiny black shoes, and gray fedora hat. He grinned and said, "We come to settle down. We done looked at that old abandoned General Store. It a make a great place for a dance hall."

Trella grinned and said, "With a little action in the back. Hell baby boy, you could help run things." Lawrence leaned against the wall by the screen door and without emotion, said, "I'm not a baby. I'm going to college this fall. I don't need your job. I don't need your money and I don't need you." Trella shook her shoulders and snapped, "Well!" Lawrence continued, "You left when I was nine years old. It broke grandmamma Kesia's heart. It broke any connection I had with you. I want you and yo man to leave." Gary stood up and stepped toward Lawrence with anger on his face. Trella put her hand on Gary's chest and said, "Don't...let's just go." As she angrily stepped off of the porch, she grumbled, "Good luck paying for college boy. I was gonna make yo life sweet." Lawrence grinned and said, "The Freewater Baptist Church is covering me. Go tell your devil that he cain't get his way all the time."

They walked away and Lawrence watched them go down the path and cross the flat rock bridge. He saw Trella smack her neck, stumble and fall in the creek. She screamed vulgarities as Gary bent down to help her. He fell in too. Lawrence looked up at the sky, smiled, and said, "Well grandmamma Kesia, I guess God can send skeeters too."

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