Coming to America Prologue

The wind moaned across the deck above carrying the scent and sound of death with it. Waking me to the sounds of water slapping the sides of the ship.  The creaking of the mask combined with the slapping of the sails and the metallic sound of something hitting wood were only magnified by the pounding in my head.

The smell of death brought tears to my eyes. My body ached from sickness and childbirth. The weak movement next to me, followed by a hungry mewing that I almost couldn't hear over the other noises brought me out of my exhaustion. Unable to hide my pain I groaned and pulled this tiny weak barn to me. She had the will to live, but would she surrounded by death and sickness.

Her eyes opened as her tiny mouth took hold and she began to nurse. The brilliant green of her eyes took my breath. The dirty rag that she was wrapped in only emphasized the usualness of her coloring.

Author's Note

The barest bones of a beginning. I have a long way to go on this one yet though.

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

Oh wow, you have my attention....

[Coyote Poetry]

I love history. The Irish escaping England had a hard time at the gates of America. History need to be remembered. Few races had it easy when coming to the USA. USA is a country built by men and woman from other places hoping for a fair chance. I wish we look at the new people coming here from other places for opportunities with a positive outlook. I look forward to this story. A very good beginning.
Coyote

[Marie Harrison]

Oh I love it. I can't wait to read more. What a fabulous beginning.