Fiction: Group 2
Later, I would be leaning against the railings at the dock, where the ship had safely sailed to,
gazing into the sky, which was a layer of subdued oranges, dimmed pinks and smudges of yellow hues.
Gideon walked up to me, asking, “Why did you let her free, Captain?”
I replied, not taking my gaze off the landscape, “I believe every person has a pure heart, not
matter how much grime they use to try and bury it into oblivion. They just don’t know it.”
