We all fall down

My husband Samuel was a Downs. In Louisiana, you just couldn’t make a finer “catch,” as my mother put it. The Downs family owned plantations, Uncle Solomon was a U.S. Senator, and the power and prestige of their slaves and properties offered vast advantages for a new blushing bride.

For me, Samuel built this manor home and farm. He often said our children would forever be wealthy, famous and a political powerhouse in the New Orleans area.

That was before the war, however, 150 years ago. Today it all belongs to the swamp, and no one remembers except the spirits.

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Inspired by this weeks Friday Fictioneers prompt:

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38 thoughts on “We all fall down”

  1. Argh, so many tales every week. I try to read them all…my poor eyestrain!

    Made it through the first half of the (100+ tales!) list. Pant wheeze.

    1. Ha – it’s a fools errand to try and read them all – unless you have a long commute on the bus of course :).

      I try for a few favourites, and some new ones every week.
      Cheers
      KT

      1. I do try to read most of them. And then (a week later) I get to try to catch up on the comments after my vacation…sorry!

    1. Your basic commentary on mortality, really. A million approaches to the story, but only one ending.

      Shelley told it better; “Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.”

  2. Your story reminds me of the house my grandfather had built for the family in China. It was a very fine house. We never thought of leaving but here we are in Canada. The house is abandoned to cousins to live in. But they do no upkeep so is fine no more. 😞. I do appreciate the memory of where I’ve come from now and again.

    Lily

  3. I enjoyed this, money cant protect you from war is a great theme. I also liked not finding out the narrator is one of those ‘spirits’ till the end – at least I assume she is, considering the war was 150 years ago.
    Nice work.
    KT

  4. Liked this. Lots of different stories this week. I’ve just read a fanfiction type based on Oz (The Wizard of) and now your Ozy (Mandias). The poem’s one of my favourites too; I’ve never tried it with peanut butter. I would have liked it spread with a bit of dialogue. Or maybe it is somebody telling the tale, and the quote marks dropped off. 🙂

  5. I figure my family will wait until AFTER I die to get rich and powerful. Right now, they’re having too much fun watching me slave in obscurity and wallow in poverty.

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