Write...Edit...Publish (also known as WEP), has given us their first writing challenge for 2023: To write a story inspired by that classic novel by Margaret Mitchell,
Gone With The Wind, which is set in the tumultuous times of the Civil War. My story takes a slightly different point of view.
Gone With The Wind
An Old Man remembers his life in the south.
The old man leaned back in his
rocking chair. Lightning bugs flickered in the early dusk, little pinpoints of
yellow light winking on and off. “Don’t know why you want to talk to me. Don’t like
to remember the old days.” He folded his hands, work-grimed and gnarled with
age. His lips twisted. “Don’t like to remember them days at all.”
The young reporter sat on the stoop
of the small cabin. “They told me at the high school you are the only one left.
I was hoping you’d tell me about those days for my paper.”
“You mean back before, when I was a
slave?” He grunted. “Weren’t so bad most of the time.” He leaned over and
coughed, a deep, hacking that came up from his bones. “They put us in the
fields. Dawn to dark, we worked. I don’t know much about them coming over on
the ships. That was way before my time. But I was told how it were. Dark and closed
up in the holds. Not enough to eat. Then, they was put up on the market. Nobody
knew what they was going to do. I didn’t come along until much later, but they
told me not much has changed. We was slaves.” He fingered the Bible in his lap.
The girl waited, for any
recollection he would share.
“I remember my wife like yesterday.
She were so nice. They brought her in from another plantation. She were
pregnant, but I didn’t care. We jumped over the broomstick, and the baby, he
was mine.”
The old man was quiet for a bit. The
rocking chair creaked as it swayed back and forth.
“They say we got beat. That
happened. We all have scars of one kind or another. I never got to work in the
big house. Cotton was my master. That and the overseer.” He held out his hands.
Even in the failing light of dusk, she could see the marks on his hands.
“During harvest, we began at dawn and
worked half the night, filling our bags and then toting them to be weighed. If
we didn’t pick enough, we got whipped. If we picked too much, they wanted the
same the next day.”
He cleared his throat. “Still, wasn’t
the hardest. The hardest was when they took her away. Her and the boy, sold off
somewheres. Don’t know why. For a while, I didn’t give a damn. Some of the
boys, we run. Some got caught and hung up in a tree, but I made it. Found work
here. Got this place after a while.” He shrugged. “The rest don’t matter. It’s
all gone with the wind, but I still miss my Cherie. And my boy.”
455 words.
Full critique acceptable.
AFTERWORD: I barely remember seeing the movie, Gone With the Wind, sometime in the early
1960’s, but I remember devouring the book back then and being enthralled by the
love story of Rhett and Scarlett as well as appalled by the horrors of the Civil War and slavery.
I prepped for writing this short story by
finding a copy of GWTW. A prologue written by well-loved author Pat Conroy, reminded me that the love
story was only part of Margaret Mitchell’s intention. Immediately
controversial, GWTW was a barely concealed love story about the Old South itself, the
way things were, and the way of life many white people in the South wanted back.
Anger about the Civil War and the changes it brought resonates even today.
I'm not quite ready to reread GWTW, but I hope my story honors those who survived. Maybe there’s a different way to read Rhett Butler saying, “Frankly, Scarlett,
I don’t give a damn.”
“No day dawns for the slave, nor is it looked for. It is all night — night forever.” Slavery in the American South. Constitutional Rights Foundation.
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