Light streamed down through the row of windows near the ceiling, creating long grey stripes on the opposite wall. A girl shrouded in a blanket sat on a cot across from Millie, who was waking from what she hoped was a bad dream.

“The good looking ones go first,” the girl whispered as soon as she saw Millie’s eyes were open. “Make ‘em think you can do something besides eat and shit and you might have a fightin’ chance. Everybody wants babies. There’s no competing with babies. So, don’t get your hopes up. How are your teeth?”

“My teeth?” Millie choked out a confused reply to the strange ghost whispering to her. She must still be dreaming, she thought. Then she heard the girl say, “Yeah, got a mouth full of rotten teeth, you can forget it. Nobody wants a scrawny kid who can’t even brush her own teeth. Listen to me. I know what I’m talking about. See.” The girl opened her mouth as wide as she could. Silver glinted in the dim light.

“I’ve been here longer than any of the girls in this room. Even a cross-eyed bed wetter got picked over me. On accounta m’damn rotten teeth.”

“I’m sorry.” Millie whispered back to the apparition, still trying to shake herself awake.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m getting out of here soon. I’ll be seventeen in a couple of months. Wad you do anyways? Get kicked outta school too many times? Make your mama’s boy friend like you too much? That’s what happened to Ruth over there.” The girl pointed to a round figure slumped in the corner. “She can’t help she got boobs, but her mama threw ‘er out anyway. She’s only thirteen. How was she gonna support herself? They picked her up at a truck stop out on highway 27. She sleeps in that corner with her back to the wall.”

Millie had no idea what the girl meant. She had no idea about a lot of things. The girl had been in and out of foster homes enough to know what it was all about. She continued the lesson. Millie sat mesmerized, wondering where exactly she was.

“Some are in it for the check. They might have three or four of us piled in like sardines with their own kids. Some just take one kid at a time. They have other reasons,” she told Millie, adding, “Don’t be scared, but don’t be surprised either. There’s only two kinds of people in the world. The caught and the uncaught.”

“I was caught stealing eggs,” Millie confessed.

Just then the door opened and a woman in a brown dress motioned toward Millie. “What’s that you’ve got there?” The woman pointed to the hope chest next to Millie on the cot.

“It’s my mama’s hope chest. It belongs to me now.”

“No personal items are allowed in the dormitory.” The woman reached for the box.

“It’s mine,” Millie screeched as the woman jerked the box from her hands.

The woman ran her fingers over the carved angels and slowly raised the lid. “You can keep the Bible and these handkerchiefs, but the box has to be locked up for safe keeping.” The woman threw the tattered King James Version down on the cot and turned toward the door. Millie felt a lump swelling in her throat and her eyes began to sting. “Mary, you need a shower and a change of clothes. Follow me.” the woman snapped.

“I’m Millie.”

“Mary, Millie, what’s the difference?”

“The difference is that I’m Millie.”

“Are you smart mouthin’ me little girl?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good. Make sure you don’t.”

The girl in the room hadn’t covered that lesson. Millie would learn Mercy’s Hope Girl’s Home was no place to sass the help. Burned out social workers and washed up school teachers didn’t take kindly to back talk. Millie hadn’t meant any disrespect. Why shouldn’t she correct the woman’s mistake? It wasn’t long before the older girls showed Millie the err of her ways. They had bruises and belt marks in places that shouldn’t see the light of day. After that Millie decided to double her efforts to be a good girl. Each night she prayed as hard as she could until she fell asleep. Every Sunday on the bus ride from church back to Mercy’s Hope she kept to herself, being careful to not make eye contact with the chaperones in case one of them was in a bad mood. Millie tried her best to look presentable when potential foster parents came to visit. She smiled and recited over and over in her head the Bible verse, “Even a child is known by his actions, whether his ways are good and right.” She didn’t know for sure, since the King James Version said “his” ways and “his” actions, but Millie hoped it meant “hers” too.

18 thoughts on “In The Beginning

  1. Susan says:

    Well, there is little left for me to say at this late date, better minds having made the points. You are at a whole different level. This is just so very good.

  2. Brigitte says:

    Honie,I don’t know what you’re doing but your writing is just — wow. Can you and I be beta readers? I am so digging this new you and where your craft is taking you.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Brigitte – This is nice to hear. There’s still so much to this character, her actions, reactions, and interactions with the other characters. I don’t want to spoil it. I’m sure you will let me know if I do.

  3. The Hook says:

    Wow. There are some pretty powerful/wonderful thoughts rolling around that pretty head of yours, Honie.
    This was an incredibly vivid piece of writing.
    Thank you.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      I’m running out of ways to accept compliments…thank you very much. 😉

  4. Allan G. Smorra says:

    A circle in a spiral. I love the way that you come at an issue from many angles and then focus straight down to the core.


    1. Honie Briggs says:

      You’ve given me quite a compliment and something more, a completely unexpected visual describing perfectly how the story seems to be forming. Like looking up into a stairwell and seeing someone else looking down.

      1. Allan G. Smorra says:

        I like your vision version. Thanks.

  5. Wonderfully done Honie. I feel her pain and confusion.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      That says a lot. Even she doesn’t recognize what she is experiencing is pain. Hunger and want so familiar to her. Loss isn’t something she’s known. She’s never had anything to lose…until now.

  6. ““The difference is that I’m Millie.”
    A phrase summary of the book? Kid’s got steel inside her core – (she’ll need it – and it will save her?)
    This is so childlike – well done! ” She smiled and recited over and over in her head the Bible verse, “Even a child is known by his actions, whether his ways are good and right.” She didn’t know for sure, since the King James Version said “his” ways and “his” actions, but Millie hoped it meant “hers” too.”

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      I like that children can be childlike in the midst very adult realities. We start out so eager to believe the best, seeing what’s in front of us through a simple lens. I wonder when that changes.

  7. Helen Ross says:

    Hi Honie. I reread ‘It’s Life’s illusions we recall’ and this “snippet” you call it flows beautifully from this. You had me believe in the characters from the beginning and I love the way little threads get woven eg. the hope chest. I can feel Millie’s pain and that is what good story telling is all about – identifying with the characters, using imagery and language appropriately, and creating a flow in the story. This has me hooked.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      This is just what I was hoping for. The writing is working it’s way from my heart to my keyboard. Now if I can just keep my head out of the way. 🙂

  8. artsifrtsy says:

    So compelling – I am feeling her pain at losing that box – OK so I’m invested

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Good! then it isn’t just me. 50,000 words and counting. I suppose there’s no turning back now. These “snippets” may make it passed the first round. Let the tweaking begin!

      1. artsifrtsy says:

        Good for you – I have been writing, but still not editing. I have a section now that has me stuck – I seem to be writing in circles?

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