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A child of two cultures, this hapa haole Hawaiian girl is currently landlocked in the Midwest. After exploring the world, she hunkered down in Minnesota and now fills her days with family, fiction, and the occasional snowstorm. With a house full of lovable toddlers, a three-legged cat, and one handsome Dutchman, she prowls the keyboard late at night while the minions sleep.
Swing by her site for author updates, book reviews, and other shenanigans: AmidTheImaginary.WordPress.com
She dashed into the station, elbowing through the press of travelers that choked the main concourse. A glance at the departure display told her his transport would embark in another minute. Her heart thundered in her chest as she raced to the platform. He never liked to board until the last moment. He might still be there. She'd been a fool to let him go yesterday, but she'd been afraid. Not anymore. The certainty she'd never see him again had clinched the decision in her heart. She couldn't let him leave like this. She'd never forgive herself.
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The final boarding call echoed overhead as she skimmed down the steps to the departure platform. Passengers funneled through the open doors of the idling transport. Her eyes swept the deck. She didn't see him. Was she too late? Despair bit at her soul. Then she spotted his dark hair and the unmistakable outline of his tall, elegant frame beneath his cloak. She cried out his name. One foot on the threshold of the transport, he turned, his pale eyes widening in surprise as their gazes met.
She burst forward, closing the distance between them, those three little words poised on her tongue. The knife flashed in her hand.
"For my father," she whispered, and slid the blade between his ribs.
The End
This story was first published on Thursday, April 26th, 2018
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A child of two cultures, this hapa haole Hawaiian girl is currently landlocked in the Midwest. After exploring the world, she hunkered down in Minnesota and now fills her days with family, fiction, and the occasional snowstorm. With a house full of lovable toddlers, a three-legged cat, and one handsome Dutchman, she prowls the keyboard late at night while the minions sleep.
Swing by her site for author updates, book reviews, and other shenanigans: AmidTheImaginary.WordPress.com
- Anela Deen
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