Short Story Preview: The Goddess
Nei Bubura woke before the sea. Drifting dreamily, it breathed no louder than her sister in sleep.
Nei Bubura woke before the sun, while the sky was still purple but for the bright pink tails streaking through.
Her little sister lay still beside her, but for Nei Bubura each night was hotter and shorter.
Did they think she lived on light? Did they think her heart beat a different rhythm? That her lips were plumped with their own nectar?
Her people thought she had no fear. They trusted her, and like the pandan tree, their faith must bear sweet fruit.
But the rain so rarely came, and when it did, it teased the people out to paddle below the clouds with their coconut shells. The harder they pushed through spray in the fleetest of canoes, the faster the rainclouds fled.
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