Open Wings

Screams and shouts where heard all around the Collins cotton plantation. I took off running towards the noise quickly stopping to look up at what had provoked all the ruckus. All there was in sight was a brown wooden carriage driven by a black man. With great strength he made the horse go faster. Stopping in the front door of the Master house. Next to him was a white man who seemed to have an announcement. We all knew who this white flour was.