It's Friday, and our family's finally feeling better after a week and a half of colds, headaches, sniffles, coughing fits, the works. It's so good to feel normal again!
Here's a snippet from the Agent Ko series I'm working on to whet your appetite. This is Ko's roommate Chun-Hee sharing part of her backstory.
I ran to his house. I didn’t care how late it was or who might catch me or what might happen. I wanted to know more. I would have crossed the border with him that night. I would have found an American missionary and kissed his feet if that meant Kun-Wu and me could stay together. I didn’t care. That’s how deep our relationship was. I would have thrown everything away for him. If it came right down to it, I don’t know, maybe I would have joined him in the prison camps just so we could at least be together.
The festival was less than a week away, but I lost my appetite. I got really sick. Told the troupe leader I couldn’t perform. Begged for permission just to go home. I’m not sure what I would have done there. Laid around in bed, maybe? I didn’t cry. I was old enough then to realize that wouldn’t do me any good. But I couldn’t dance. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even think straight. If you had tried to have a conversation with me, I could have understood each word you said, but the sentence would still be jumbled up in my head.
Then, three days before the festival, the troupe leader comes and tells me there’s going to be recruiters there. They’re looking for show girls to perform specifically for the Dear Leader. Talked about it like it’d be this great big honor. But you know what I thought? I thought the only reason I’d want the job was so that if I ever met the Dear Leader personally, I could spit in his face for sending Kun-Wu and his family away.
If you'd like to join the Christian Fiction Friday blog hop, post a short snippet (400 words or less) of your current work in progress on your blog and leave the link in the comments here and with co-host Hallee Bridgeman.