Moonshine and Epsom Salt
by Jean McIntyre Cogdell
I overheard mama talking. When I came in the house; the worry and anger in her voice made me tiptoe to the kitchen doorway. Grandma sat at the table; Mama’s voice stern.
“Look at your face…”
I eased back out of sight; something was wrong. Fear reached for my throat when I noticed the tears in Mama’s eyes.
“He’ll think long and hard before he goes down in the holler again and spends my money on rock gut.”
“You should’ve never stood up to him like that.”
My mama went to the sink, and rinsed out the wet cloth she’d been holding. Then Grandma turned toward the light as Mama placed it on her face.
I stifled a gasp at the sight of my grandmother’s black eye and swollen cheek. She took the rag from mama and patted her hand.
“Honey, don’t you worry. The only thing he cares about now is praying to live.” Read More…
