Good Narrative Principles

Place of Refuge


A’ala was hungry and ate a banana. She was sure no one would see her so far from her village. The banana was delicious and sustained her all the way home. This morning, while feeding her baby, A’ala’s Mom burst in screaming that news of A’ala violating this most sacred taboo had reached the Chief. He was coming for her. She must flee. Now! Running across the lava fields proved too slow and so A’ala plunged into the ocean, hoping to reach Pu’uhonua (the Place of Refuge) before those who meant to kill her. The ocean current is fierce. She kicks and wishes she had fins like a fish to propel her to safety.

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