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God's Country: A Collection of Short Stories
God's Country: A Collection of Short Stories
God's Country: A Collection of Short Stories
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God's Country: A Collection of Short Stories

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From coal country to Jungle City, the inner battle between good and evil is waged within every heart. This is a debut collection of three short stories featuring three diverse male protagonists, alike in that each has been harshly awakened to the imperfection of the human experience.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateJun 1, 2015
ISBN9781483555249
God's Country: A Collection of Short Stories

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    God's Country - R.E. Sink

    Country

    Life Savings

    It began this way:

    Dear friend,

    I am so grateful to our mutual friend for giving me your e-mail. I am faced with one of the great challenges of my life. Seven months ago I was diagnosed with brain cancer. The doctors say, if I do not get treatment I will die within one year. I have two children and cannot take the thought of leaving them. I beg your help as a Christian woman…

    I could see the sharp, black-brown eyes darting across the screen, troubled. The knob-knuckled hand on the mouse. Eye-to-eye with the image of a smiling woman, a colorful scarf on her head. The woman, Ethel, is the age her own daughter would have been, with shining, dark skin, and a cheeky expression, as if the photographer has just made a bad joke. Wetin dey do you? Juss take de foto!

    I could see it as if I had been there. But if I'd been there, it wouldn't have happened.

    I wondered how much they knew about Nnenne. Did they realize they had found one of their own? One so homesick for a Naija face that she would take one look at this photograph, over-exposed from the African sun, of Ethel with her adonkia smile, and empty her savings account to send money for treatment? That she would mortgage her small flat when that wasn't enough? Did they know that the tangled plaques of Alzheimer's disease had begun to rob her of the shrewdness that had built up her clothing business and earned her the money to pay for a one-way ticket to London for herself and my mother twenty-five years ago?

    Did they care?

    Who gives a shit. Let them worry now, about who knows what.

    Five years ago, I took the money I made at my summer job cleaning out the rats' cages at the university lab and bought Nnenne a computer. It was the first one she had ever owned and I sat beside her on Sunday afternoons showing her how to use it, starting at the beginning. She didn't even know how to turn it on or what a mouse was. She had trouble pointing at the right thing and clicking on what she was pointing at. The pointer would dart back and forth across the screen and when I would take the mouse for her and guide it to the right spot, she would put her hand

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