Childhood Memories @yanjin
Both girls looked out at the dark, rolling sea; their set up was at the edge of a cliff that overlooked all of Ember Island.
“So, you’re leaving tomorrow?”
Fourteen-year-old Sansara stirred the ashes in the small campfire. It was possibly the darkest hour of the darkest night on the outskirts of the United Forces base where the two girls lived with Sansara’s mother and brother; their usual escape. Off to the left was a path that led back to the base, to the right was a small treehouse they had built out of tree branches and woodshop scraps. She looked at her friend, Yan Jin, hoping for an answer.