Pick The Cotton!

His black skin is sweating blood— whipped by his master; who reckons slaves are no more than brutal animals only to be disciplined through lashes.

So, his hands never stopped picking cotton in the field and his lips never stopped singing

Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, Oh Lordy! 😢

Here is my entry to ZapFic50Friday! Week 23! : 50 words story challenge with the prompt "pick"

Thanks for your time reading this.