Short Story Collection

Help America

This was my creative Writing final hope you enjoy.

"Help America" the man yelled into his blow horn. Making his loud voice louder. Men lined the butt of his blow horn attracted to the message.

William James Finland the 4th parted the crowd"what's your causs sir" he declared with an air of white entitlement. This man was above the world he was above these poor racist. His apparel displayed his wealth and southern roots. His perfectly tailored suit and form fitting trousers. His most important accessory was his woman slung around his waist. She was a timid creature hiding her tanned face from the crowd forever angling away from humanity.

"Saving white american bu" the loud man boomed.

William finally interest in those below him looked toward the crowd curiosity forming in his cold glare. "How you gonna do that sir. So many foreigners." His woman shrinking into him as the words passed through his lips. The woman was now a caramel skin wrapped around Williams body.

"The sissy talkin. Who gonna wash his ass without the negroes!"A rough racist yelled over the crowd. The old man was bitter that a young man could make more money and get more whores him. Bitter that a negro could be renown and him live the low life submissive to the inferior race.

"BASTARD BITCH HALF-BREED" a elderly white woman yelled from a nearby porch. The woman got up and limped her way to the crowd waving her finger in the air pointing in William's woman's direction.

" What's wrong May" William yelped as the woman stared to shake against him. May became panicked as the old woman approached them she fell out of William's arms in hysterics.

"You know yu whore is a bastard. Don't cha don't cha" the old woman hollered coming to a stop in front of the pair.

"The hell yu talkin of old woman" William boomed in frustration.

"The sissy ain't never seen no mixed bitch befu" the old woman yelled toward the crowd.

William finally understanding the old cranks meaning he turns toward May and pushes her away from him. May scrambles to wrap her hair scarf around herself partly covering her caramel complexion and honey brown curls.

The old woman yanks the scarf away from May and throws it to the side. Another white woman stands in front of may and pulls a knife out the folds of her trousers.

May cries out as the knife connects with the side of her cheek. The woman runs the tip of the knife down the whole right side of May's face.

At the site of his lover's blood William steps away from the crowd and throws up on the side of the walkway. Horrified by Mays screams of help and her pleading with the women holding the knife.

When the white woman was satisfied with her work she looked over Mays deformed face. The white woman reached into the back of her trousers and pulled a rifle out. The woman directed the rifle at Mays chest prepared to finish the bitch off. When her hand was on the trigger May leaped up from the pool of her blood and leaped toward the woman.

"BANG" went the gun as the white woman fell to the ground blood soaking through her shirt.

May stood up and held the gun, finger on the trigger shaking as the white woman's blood soaked through her silk blouse. May pointed the gun to the old white woman that yanked her scarf away.

"May she's an old hag spare hu" William shouts as he runs in front of May and the gun. The crowd of racist still as May looks at William the trigger and the old woman.

"Bang" went the gun as William fell to the ground.

"Bang" went the gun as the racist fell. There were a total of 6 bodies when the gun halted. May realizing that she ran out of bullets. All colors are running out of houses. May lays on the floor another tragedy the gun on the ground a barrier separating her from reality.

All the people see is a woman, a murder. a bastard lying next to a gun wondering if they will be next. If her rage and disgust for herself will infect others.

May was eager for survival not love or happiness. But her fling her one night stand stands between her and the people her and justice. No one minds her scares her pain the bloody knife all they see is her and a gun and a decision she made inhuman or purely human they give no mind.

She is in pain, pain for what she has loss and what she will never have. She is counting the seconds the minutes until the police come with their thick wooden bats. She can already see her matching face bruises.

Sister Backer the holiest of holy colored woman on the southern stripe approached May. Sister Backer could feel the young woman's pain Sister Backer felt that it was her god given duty to rid the woman of her pain. The sister picked the gun up and held it to the woman as if it was a delicate flower.

The crowd breathed a sigh with the weapon in Sister Backers hand the people knowing no bad could come only the cold hard truth administered by Sister Backers cruel god.

"Bang" went the gun as May slumped to ground.

"Father son holy spirit" prayed Sister Backer as she laid the gun on the ground next to May's body.

"Help America" the loud man yelled into the blow horn making his loud voice even louder The people attracted to the butt of his horn were of all colors and cultures. They all agreed "Help America." They looked upon Mays body in pity and Williams in self loathing. All wishing for help but receiving none.