Flash Fiction: Ripples Become the Tide

Anrea knelt at the humble grave by the sea.

While knights refused to act or protect, a half-blind fisherman had ferried her from genocide.

The child that once hid under his nets laid a flower. As did her children, her grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.



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