Prose on molasses

Grasscutter (infer that) knicks me with a piece of wood. My first reaction is to  smile at him—he smiles at me—and that is how slaves ask their masters, “Molasses with that, or butter?” An injury: the injured believes it his fault he was in the way. The grasscutter could burn this house down if he wanted to—could knick me with a piece of wood if he wanted to.

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~ by Jeremy on July 24, 2013.

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