Underneath The Tamarind Tree
Underneath The Tamarind Tree Lina ran to tap the tree but she was too late. Omeira got there first ‘Buut Lina!’, she called. As the first to have been found Lina would have to search next. Omeira shot off to look for the others. Lina hung back and moved away from the tree. The afternoon heat was losing its sting. The sky burnt red as the sun stood low on the horizon. Lina moved away from the tree a bit more. If mister Bakker had seen her, he probably would’ve laughed. Omeira’s Dutch father didn’t believe any of the island lore. But Lina couldn’t shake her grandmother’s lessons that easily. ‘Don’t pass beneath a Tamarind tree after dark’, had been drilled into her since she could walk. It didn’t matter that this particular one stood in Omeira’s backyard. It was still a dangerous thing. Perhaps she could get out of the next game by saying she needed to get home before it got dark. Lina looked around. Omeira still had to find Elena, Eugenia and Theodora. She was headed to