Possum

Recently my good friend Kerry Madden-Lunsford, took a deck of my Without a Net cards to a maximum security prison in Alabama where she taught a creative writing course to prisoners. At Donaldson Correctional Facility in Bessemer, she offered my cards for interpretation and story prompts.

My next several posts will feature some of the writings of the prisoners. Most of the participants included their prisoner identification numbers, but I’ll leave those out. I edited very little.

Playing ‘Possum by Alan Nettles

It was gettin’ dark and Mother O’Possum was doing her everyday count when she discover I was missing. So she rounded up all of the little ones on her wherever they could fit. Opposumville was only one street, so she knew that her little one could not be far, so she went trunk to trunk searchin’ for her child. At the end of the street she seen her little one playing ‘possum so she smile while the others laugh.