Jen DeSantis Week 13: Dark Sails

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Title: Dark Sails

The silhouette stood out as though it had been painted on the sky. Hikram peeked a dirty hand out through the slats of his hiding spot. He’d never seen so many lights, or such a large city.

“What the fuck is that?”

The owner of the voice moved quickly beside Hikram speaking words he didn’t understand. He kept his eyes focused on the dark sails of the building. He wondered what it housed, what wonders might be found beneath it’s whimsical roof. He hadn’t eaten anything in what seemed like days, so he imagined the building might be a market full of food.

He breathed in deeply. Above his own stink, he could almost smell the sweet decadence of warm baklava. He heard the crunch, his mouth salivating at the thought of the flaky layers melting on his tongue.

“Shit! Get out of the way”

Men were running beside his hiding place, their heavy boots pounding against the wooden floor at a frenzied pace. Hikram knew the boat must be close to the dock. He could see the strange ship building in the distance looming ever closer. He’d have to hide for a few hours, until it would be safe to sneak ashore. Perhaps at dawn he would be able to approach the building and taste the day’s first bread.

“God dammit, abandon! We’re gonna fucking hit!”

Hikram heard the splashes off to the other side of the ship and wondered what was being tossed overboard. He didn’t dare peek his head above the rim. If someone saw him, he knew he’d be shot on sight.

The ocean liner struck the container ship at an angle, slicing it unevenly. The prow moved like butter through the tiny ship, and the two halves, with all of their contents, sank in the wake of the great ship.

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Jennifer DeSantis is a Horror and Paranormal Author and host of the #FridayPictureShow. She lives near Philly with her family. In her spare time is an aspiring ninja.

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