The #WIPSnips word for March 21st is "wake." Here's a snippet from my historical fantasy joint SLAVES OF GOD:
“I ain’t one to speak ill of the dead,” Betty said, wiping away the tearful facade of grief into her handkerchief, “but can’t say I didn’t see this comin’.”
“Did the best he knew how, Sister Betty.”
“You ain’t the one who found him, Reverend. Face all twisted up like that. ‘Best he knew how’ still got him dead.”
Cope couldn’t stop staring at the grave marker.
Reverend, please. Tell her to turn me loose.
Zeke’s last words crawled beneath his skin. A chill gripped his spine like icy fingers, leaving a trail of goose pimples in its wake.
“Seen more folks end up like Zeke than I care to remember, Sister Betty. He’s in the Lord’s hands now. Best not throw stones on hallowed ground.”
Reverend Copeland is feeling guilty, but doesn't let on. He plays his part well. #WIPSnips #writesky #amwriting #histfantasy #afrofantasy