Bessie
Bessie The door was cracked open as ma went out earlier. The storm they heard of on the radio really was coming, and it mad the sky look like it was having a funeral for the sun. The porch creaked underneath her big'ol feet. "Bessie is that you?" Ma called out to her. "Yes ma it's me." She replied. "Well, why are you sneaking like some thief?" Ma scolded her. "donno ma." She replied to ma. "Well, you know I love ya?" Ma called out in a softer tone. "I know ma." She told ma. She took a few more steps outside and she saw ma rocking in that old rocker. Ma had pa's old shooter on her lap. As ma saw her ma gripped pa's shooter. "Bessie you know I love ya?" ma called out to her gripping pa's shooter. "I know ma." She told ma. "Well, why are out '