Years ago, I wrote a story called "The Lynching". In American history, lynchings were mostly associated with the public execution of black men, usually on a Sunday afternoon in a picnic setting. White families would gather, drink lemonade, and gleefully celebrate the killing of a human being because he may have walked on the wrong side of the street.
My story is different. One Hundred white men are hanging from a tree. An African sorceress uses her powers to get revenge and teach a lesson to a Black writer during his journey in the deep South.
