Writings by: Chelyen Davis

This author has written 3 pieces
Firewoman

Firewoman

The old house wanted to burn. It was fully on fire when the Markee Volunteer Fire Department’s only truck, driven by Eb Peters, pulled up on the road in front of it. The truck was twenty-years-old, and we could use a new one, but we couldn’t afford it. The Markee…

Second Coming

I had known all my life the world would end with the new millennium, that Jesus would return and save the faithful and leave the wicked, and that girls who didn’t want to be left behind had better behave. I knew this because my father told me, me and the rest of the congregation at the Little Martha…

Junebug

From the kitchen window I can see two little girls lying in my yard like small sacks of brightly-dressed potatoes. My daughter June is walking among them, followed by another girl struggling with my wheelbarrow. June is draping one prone girl with a sheet, my good sheets, given to us…