Fight at a Funeral
Dr. Duke A Brown, Professor Judith French
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(KDP, March 31, 2018)
The congregation ran frantically in all directions for cover and safety. People were getting badgered and pounded by the bible. Walking sticks were not only used for support but also for attack and defense. Holy punches and kicks were flying all over the place, and before anybody knew it, a chaotic barroom-style fight had broken out all over the funeral grounds. Siblings and relatives with old feuds, grudges and rivalries were releasing years of built-up fury over unsolved matters. It was a clash of emotions out of control. It was a battlefield of white (now brown and muddy) and black three-piece suits, twisted jackets and ties, broken stilettos, hurling Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana handbags, ripped dinner gowns, miniskirts, and Couture formal designer dresses. It was embarrassing. It was a funeral gone wild.More excerpts from this book;No one interfered with them (the young couple; Redflag and his domestic wife, Pauline D’Headlicker), and they would have enjoyed a peaceful life in Essie’s backyard if they hadn’t been their own worst enemies. There were times when they broke out into a serious argument that eventually led into a fistfight. Yes, fistfight. Redflag usually started the arguments, mostly because of his wife’s infidelity, but it was Pauline who was the first and only one doing the hitting. Poor Redflag simply ducked or dodged her blows. He never once retaliated. Instead, he tried to contain her by holding her two hands as long as he could to stop her vicious punches. It was always the same story. Redflag, who in principle didn’t believe in laying a hand on a female because Essie had taught him well, was the jealous guy who started the argument and ended up being physically abused by his domestic lover. When the scuffle was all over, Pauline was the person crying the loudest and the most desperately; Redflag was the one with the proud victory walk and the swollen face or black eye. Despite his wounds, he was the person everyone wrongfully blamed and screamed at. Everyone automatically ran to Pauline’s rescue because she was crying so hard. No one understood that she was crying so hard because she couldn’t get as many punches in as she would have liked. Pauline had a sharp temper like Mike Tyson and a right hand like Muhammad Ali. She was opinionated and did not take kindly to anyone telling her what to do. By nature, she enjoyed a good fight. Because of Pauline D’Headlicker’s hostile attitude, Redflag Green was glad when his mother filed for him and his children to emigrate to the United States. Pauline, not knowing that Redflag was on the verge of receiving his immigration approval, had moved out of Redflag’s house two months before he traveled to the United States. One day, she just packed her bags and left Redflag and all her kids behind. She went to live with a man named Bunpan Leftover, who was doing very well in Jamaica, certainly much better than Redflag. Mr. Leftover had a big, fancy house and lots of money to go around.(Fight at a Funeral Chapter 4, page 14)A funny family short story. A true must read! See more information about Essie's family at Get1book.com