The downpour drenched Minjee from head to toe. The weight of her clothes pressed against her shoulders. Mud constantly enveloped her feet; forcing her to wrench them free with each step forward; her thighs burned from exertion. Flashes of lightning guided her through the darkness. A tall, ominous mountain loomed in the distance and she spotted several patches of trees where she could possibly take shelter, but every time she thought about stopping, she could feel Master Ahn’s stare on her backside.
The rains fell heavier. A crack of thunder pierced Minjee’s ears. Thick mud clutched her shoe and pulled it off; she stumbled and fell forward. As Minjee tasted soggy earth, she accepted that she had no choice but to find shelter. Besides, Ahn and her father couldn’t possibly be still looking for her in this storm--this darkness....
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Ahn threw another chicken bone into the fire. "Do you think she'll be all right?"
"She'll not melt in a bit of rain." Minjee's father began to stuff tobacco into his pipe. "Besides, she can always bend over and take shelter under that arse of hers."
Ahn choked and spit ale across the table. "You're a bad father, Yim," he said, chuckling.
Yim struck a match. "If it gets real bad, she can make a tent out of her knickers..."
"Oh my, oh my..." Tears streamed down Ahn's cheeks. "What would your good lady say, to hear you talk like that?"
"Nella? Reckon we can ask her, once she's done fixing that leaky roof."
"I don't know, Master Yim, how ever did you tame those women of yours?"
"It was simple, Master Ahn, I told them otherwise I'd sell them both to you!"
It was in the ensuing silence that both men realized a line had been crossed and their friendship would never again be the same.
Opening: Matthew.....Continuation: Anon.