After a long winter hiatus, I've started back writing. I left a lot of work on the back burner, stories that called out to me on those dark nights, when the world seemed cold and lonely. They yelled in the middle of the night to finished them, but I didn't have the mental or the physical energy to seat in front of my computer to craft their tells. Now, that things have gotten to some normalcy, I have started to get back into the flow of putting my butt in a chair and write. But what to write, there are so many voices, so many stories, that call out to be written. However, one of the voices screaming the loudest on those cold winter nights, is my Daughters of Dahomey Series.
Here is a snippet from the first book in the series. Crescent Moon
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
Here is a snippet from the first book in the series. Crescent Moon
The Guards didn’t shackle Brooks today, as they led her into
the court room, but she noticed the armed guards at each exit, and the one
standing beside the bench. They waited until she sat before taking their
positions on either side of her chair.
Brooks had sat at the
defendant’s table patient, proud and purposeful, throughout the proceedings, no
longer scared or remorseful. However, today she will learn her faith. She couldn’t
deny she had butterflies.
They had charged her with insubordination, misconduct
unbecoming an officer and other offences injurious to military discipline that
constitute violations of military law. In essences, they were throwing the book
at her. A conviction would have her
spending a life sentence in a military prison.
Her military advocate was Major Lexis Rhodes; she represented
all twenty women charged in this case. Advised not to take this on, by peers
and others, who told Rhodes this would end her promising career with the
military. Nevertheless, once Rhodes heard
the women stories, she hadn’t back down, not once. Not even after all the
threats and the likelihood they’ll eventually charged her with insubordination.
She’s a courageous woman, Brooks thought, she hadn’t turned her back on us.
Rhodes had argued, masterfully on Brooks’ behalf, for nearly
two weeks on her sovereign to act in this matter. She had complied files of
military evidence, where others have acted in this same code of military
conduct, and they were label heroes. Nonetheless, the Judges hadn’t admitted
most of the evidence. It left Rhodes scrabbling to make her case.
Brooks stared at the panel of male Judges who held her
faith. They were Colonials in the Army, me of power who hadn’t seen the face of
the enemy up close and personal. But who can, so easily ask the young and poor
to give their lives for a country that considers them pawns on a world chess
board.
Brooks sat impassive,
while she watched them read the small folded paper, not one looked in her
direction, before passing it down the line.
She wasn't naïve to think that she’d be exoneration.
The military protected their own, conversely, she was not a
Captain in the Army today; she was just a woman who defied orders.
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin