Raymond's Trip

By Teresa Howard-Wills

Donna loved her uncle, Raymond, and wanted to be part of the activities surrounding his burial which entails humor, sadness, excitement, and mystery. The family had financial difficulties and could not give Raymond a proper burial. They rented a U-Haul to transport his body from Kentucky to South Carolina. The vehicle breaks down on the highway, and the casket slides out. Finally, after returning home and burying the body, a heavy rain washes the casket onto a main road causing havoc in the town.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781644681077

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Raymond’s Trip

Teresa A. Howard-Wills

ISBN 978-1-64468-106-0 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64468-107-7 (Digital)

Copyright © 2020 Teresa A. Howard-Wills

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Author

Chapter 1

The Family

The sun shines through my open window as I lay in my bed, enjoying the fresh aromas of the South Carolina countryside that the breezes of summer have bestowed upon me. I could hear Mama in the country kitchen preparing breakfast. Pots and pans tinkling were a melody that tuned the drums of my ears. I couldn’t help but think, What a beautiful morning. Mama beckoned everyone to the kitchen and invited us to bacon, eggs, grits, sausage, coffee, and milk before encountering our daily chores.

At the head of the table sat a scrubby-looking man of fifty years who had a beard and mustache that had a touch of white in the center of his chin and long hair that reminded me of the wool on a sheep’s back, and he wore a pair of overalls that had one strap overlapping his left shoulder and an open crouch that needed the attention of a seamstress.

Papa Jamerson was a unique man within himself. He had the smell of a pig’s sty but the intellect of a genius. He assumed the demeanor of a person who never had the privilege of being a part of society but a vocabulary that says that he had traveled the world, and it became his slave to speech.

On the right of him, across from me, sat a distinguished looking man who has greeted the rising of the sun each morning for thirty-seven years. Uncle Nukus was a clean-cut man who had the characteristics of a stallion who’s preparing his first run in professionalism. His priorities had no demands upon the rise or fall of the farm, but he was self-centered around his vanity.

At the left of me sat a bony eighteen-year-old whose limbs consisted only of skin and bones. Down her spine trailed a ponytail that had been woven into a braided form. Her forehead shone as the sunshine burst through the pane and settled upon her. Eva was an adolescent whose newest fads became a reality beneath the stars and over the rainbow. Next to her resides a chap of twenty named Stetson. His only dream was to become the best farmer this side of the river and to wed. He wanted to be a proud father of six.

Next to Uncle Nukus sat a gent of forty-seven. The only words to describe Uncle John are tall, dark, and handsome. His smile would chill you like ice in a glass of