Happy Friday, and welcome to those who are joining the Christian Fiction Friday blog hop! Today, since it's now the fifth month of the year, I'm posting five paragraphs from my Agent Ko book (title yet to be determined).
“What are you daydreaming about, little missy?” Mama slapped Ko’s rear end with her wet rag. “Get moving. We have a table to set. Have you even started the rice? Your father and Ryuk will be here in less than an hour.”
Dinner that night was nearly as dull as Ko had expected. At least this time Ryuk hadn't brought her any of those silly dolls or girly trinkets he had been carrying to her home for as long as Ko could remember. Instead, he handed her a package wrapped in a red floral print. "Something I picked up the last time I was in Paris," he announced with a somewhat aristocratic bow.
Ko knew little about Paris. She heard Papa talk about it every so often. It was a decadent, debauched city, full of the filth and depravity that characterized the western world. She took the package tentatively, eyeing Mama to see if there would be any objections. But Mama was too busy smiling smugly from her chair, like a queen presiding over her subjects, watching Ko and Ryuk as if they were children performing a theater show for her enjoyment.
Ko opened the package and pulled out the lilac scarf. The color was as foreign as the sheer material that crinkled between her fingers. A hint of perfume, flowery and pungent, clung to the cloth, inviting Ko to imagine a world of soft pastels instead of the limited Pyongyang rainbow.
Mama sucked in her breath loudly. "It's far too expensive," she exclaimed, gesticulating with her hands. She snatched the scarf from Ko and thrust it in Ryuk’s face. "Our daughter is clumsy. You must take it back before she ruins it.”
Random Fact: I just bought a COMPLETE collection of Roald Dahl paperbacks from our homeschool resource room for $14!