By Desmond Fox
Fei stood frozen in the black waters of the deadlands. His infant daughter, secured in the cradleboard held tight in her mother’s arms, wept moon-sized tears.
“Fei, you have to take her.” Lin spoke in a muted whisper, body still, knee-deep in black sea. Her face twisted into a strained smile, stirring a false comfort in Fei’s heart.
Fei shook with anger and fear as he watched the waters crawl up his wife’s legs. Slowly, the hungry black ocean crept up Lin’s body, forcing her knees to buckle with invisible pressure.