Cellar Dwellers – Flash Fiction for 3/9/12

Photo courtesy Madison Woods

Delbert’s my little brother. When he was born, he didn’t come out right. Mama keeps him locked in the cellar. Delbert don’t talk or wear clothes. Sometimes mama makes me hose him down. He whimpers some when the cold water hits him.

Mama went to a tent revival last year. The preacher healed the sick and afflicted. She got him to come pray for Delbert. He went in the cellar and prayed a long time. It didn’t do no good. He gave up, but mama told him to keep praying until Delbert was fixed. To this day, he’s still praying.

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