A Life of Its Own

by Terrie Leigh Relf

Ma always said my tongue had a life of its own. Used to get me in a heap of trouble—‘specially when it spit out all sorts of nasty comments to our neighbors who looked at ma an’ me like we were some kind of strange.

I s’pose we were, but that’s ‘side the point. “Live an’ let live,” Preacher Joe says on a Sunday.

Those neighbors wouldn’t let up, so t’ other night, I crept around, found an open window. Snorin’ up a storm, they were. . .

I jus’ unhinged my jaw an’ let my tongue slither out.


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