The Storyteller: The Truth
Nov. 28th, 2018 07:54 pmTwenty-Seventh Birthday
The sky was suitably dark when the Red Cacao and Cocoa Black sailed into Freetown. The sea was steely grey and white-capped and Sen could see the dark smudge of a storm on the western horizon. The Orana was in port, rocking against the most favoured of the docks, closest to the centre of town. Behind it, palm trees whipped back and forth in the stiffening wind.
( 1955 words )