“I’m having a hard time ...” he said with a scowl coming through the line to shake the hand of the preacher who had preached his first sermon at the church judged to be the leading voice in the civil rights and peace movements in the city. “I’m having a hard time not hitting you,” he said, holding back his right arm with his left hand as the new 26 year-old anti-war pastor reached to shake his hand. “Pools of Blood” had packed a punch with the chair of the City Human Rights Commission.
GCS, July 20, 2019
Written in response to today’s Weekend Writing Prompt challenge to write a poem or prose on the word “judge” with exactly 95 words.
We sat down over coffee later that week.