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This morning I’m actually caught up on Friday Fictioneers so in the wee early hours I had some time to write. Following the research trail, I learned something new about an obscure and dying custom of the remote Kreoung tribe in Cambodia. As westerners many of us would shake our heads. Scandalous? I’ll leave that decision to the reader.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 150
“When will you decide, daughter?” Mae clucked her tongue and shook her head. “When I was your age I had given birth twice. What about Heng or Phala? I happen to know both have visited you more than once. Either would make a good husband.”
Nineteen-year-old Duong Dara grimaced as she picked at her rice. “Phala fidgets and Heng’s breath is terrible.”
“Your mother is right.” Pa frowned. “Your sister has given us two grandsons and she is younger than you.”
Hours later Dara shrugged off their words as she peeked around the opening of her maiden hut. The power of choice was in her hand.
Chann approached. Moonlight haloed his gleaming hair. His mouth spread in a broad smile revealing even white teeth. Her heart raced and her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated those tender lips against hers.
Tonight the moon and stars belonged to them.
*Note: Chann means Moon and Dara means Star. 😀