Leanne Dyck has a supportive on-line community of over 13,000 members and her blog has recieved over 300,000 page views. Leanne is writing short story collections for adutls, a novel for young adults and picture books for children.
From 2006 to 2009, as an indie author, Leanne published a mystery (print and e-book) and a short story collection (audio book). Since 2011 , Leanne has been published in four magazines (Kaleidoscope, Canadian Stories, Icelandic Connection, Island Gals)and in four anthologies ( My Gustsy Story, From the Heart, Figures in the Mist, In the Moment ).
For Leanne's complete publishing history, visit her blog's 'publishing history' page http://authorleannedyck.blogspot.ca/
As She Slept
They were packed onto the train like cattle. He examined face after face. They all looked like him--they were all Japanese. He kept saying, "Japan isn't my country. I'm Canadian--born and raised." He took a breath and started to sing, The Maple Leaf Forever. He sang loudly, proudly--like that would prove something. Everyone ignored him.
He woke wiht a start. It's just a nightmare, he told himself, but he knew it was a whole lot more. It was a premonition. As he lay there, cozy and warm, he knew that people, good people were disappearing. And he knew he'd be next. What do I do? Run? There's no place to hide.Though he was desperate to escape this fate, he knew he couldn't. I'm Canadian, but my country doesn't want me. No one wants me--no one, but her. He looked across the bed where his strawberry blonde beauty slept. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. He lay there wanting to say, knowing he had to go. I need to keep her safe. Fighting his desires, he eased back the quilt and carefully climbed out. He dressed quickly, but quietly, ensuring not to wak her, and as if on cat paws, he hurried into the kitchen. After ladling water inot the basin, he washed his face. The cold water enlivened him.
He looked through the kitchen window and saw two solid beams of light cutting through the darkness. They're comingfor me. Returning to the bedroom, he retrieved his suitcase, laid it on the chair and unfastened the leather straps. He grabbed underwear, shirts, pants, and stuffed them inside.
Being unable to resist her magnetic pull, he walked over to where she slept. If only... If only... His heart longed for her. He bent down and kissed her cheek. "I love you," he breathed. He heard the car engine and saw her jump.
"Who's there? What's...?"
"Shh, Essie. It's nothing. Go back to sleep." He stroked her hair; she nestled back into the bed and closed her eyes.
Boot heels struck the porch floorboards. That was his singal. Suitcase in hand, he raced through the kitchen to the door. He pulled it open beforethey knocked. Wordlessly, he followed them.
The engine roared and it sliced through her dreams.
"No!" She flung back the covers and raced outside but it was too late. He was gone.
Note: In 1942 the government of Canada bowed to public pressure and began interning both Japanese nationals and Japanese Canadian citizens. Nationals and citizens were stripped of their rights, homes, possesions and way of life.
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Leanne Dyck invites readers and writers to join her on her "Wild" author journey. She promises to keep you entertained, informed and inspired. One new post will be available every week. Leanne writes from Mayne Island, BC, Canada.
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