I stood at that door knowing the second I knocked on it I’d be a murderer. I had just limped two miles up the bayou barefoot, the swampy mud still stuck between the cracks in my toes. My husband Eddie was probably
Shi Williams is a writer from Southern California, where she teaches creative writing to teens in at-risk communities. She holds degrees in Communication and African American History. Her work often depicts themes from her research in Black folklore and historical events.
I stood at that door knowing the second I knocked on it I’d be a murderer. I had just limped two miles up the bayou barefoot, the swampy mud still stuck between the cracks in my toes. My husband Eddie was probably