I wonder how fast the wind blows.
I wish I had a ship with big propellers that would spin stronger winds to drive the storm away.
The ship sails into the black clouds.
I keep watch.
I climb up to the crow's nest, jest before the ship is swallowed by the darkness.
I can't see a thing.
The propellers keep turning.
At last, the storm passes, and I sail into clear skies.
The Storm
Akiko Miyakoshi
ISBN 978-1-77138-559-6
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