(Author’s note: I am hoping to do some cleanup and addressing of things in the upcoming future, but I’m unfortunately having to focus some of my off-time to completing the creation of tests and development of school related things. I plan to have an updated “State of the Blog” coming sometime around late April. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
Chengcheng looked up at the mast of her small junk. She knew it wouldn’t get her far.
“I must try. If I do not, I die.”
She looked out at the sea and smiled as a seagull took off in flight, exactly in the direction she wanted to go.
“A gull’s wings fly with the wind.”
She slowly moved the junk out into the harbor and along the coast. She figured it would take a day to get to Taiwan, to freedom.
The craft cleared and charted it’s course. It was up to the winds to get her to freedom.