Asha had that perfect triathlete body, slender not hard. Her parents were Caribbean Spanish. She always had her hair cut short like a dude. Especially now that she was getting out of the Rheingau.
Her aunt asked her to come to Pamukkale. She packed her bathing suit, sun dresses and chancletas. Kissed the boyfriend as she leaped onto the train.
Little did she know that her aunt had other ideas.
For now she wished her father wasn’t covering the end of the Iceland Defense Force; and mom wasn’t moving her parents in to their new place.
If. If. If. She could have called them, emailed, texted them, anything.
She did nothing.
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