She suddenly relaxed. "I'm Grace," she greeted with a genuine smile of gratitude that I had never received from a white person, tears pricked her beautiful, bright blue eyes. For a second I just stood there, shocked that she didn't just take it and run. "I'm James," I stuttered, a tentative smile of hope spread across my face. She grabbed my hand and we started to walk, talking and laughing down the road.
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Beneath the skin
लघु कहानीThis fictional story is based in America during the 1960's when racism was at its peak. The story is told through the eyes of a young girl and an African-American boy both of which come from extremely different lifestyles.
