Ruben Stoneheart stood in his office along the shipping yards, his hands in the pockets of his blue denim jeans. Looking to the sky, his eyes focused on the dark rain clouds moving in. Part of him wanted it to rain so heavy the blackbirding ships couldn’t set sail. No boat meant no Kanakas, the poor souls brought into the country to be slaves on the sugarcane fields.
First Lines Contest 2019: Heart of Stone
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