Hey everyone! I present to you a very sad story about one of the characters in the book I am writing. It is a short, but very important, part of her backstory crammed into only 1,500 words. Please enjoy and comment your thoughts below! The newsboy’s hat tumbles off my head and into the puddle of water in front of me, getting drenched by waves. It never has fit well, I have been on the lookout for a new one, but I don’t like stealing. I can’t do it anymore. Plunging my fingers into my cropped red hair I dive into the memories that I have been working so hard to resist. They come crashing back along with the waves and I am transported to a place so wildly different, a place clogged with sweat and grime rather than sand and seawater: the mines. I know I won’t return from those choked and dirty skies until I relive every moment from my last days there. Still, I am relieved that I can do it in the salty breeze, fa...