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When the Sun Meets the Ocean

By: Ieshaina Ozeany Caninetta

The wail of ambulances echoed across the

bustling city center that afternoon. Not long before, a
young man had fired a bullet toward the entrance of a

building. Unfortunately, he missed his target, and the

shot hit a tall man with features suggesting Indo-Dutch
descent. The back of his beige suit jacket was soaked in

blood. He grimaced in pain, unable to stand, eventually
collapsing in the middle of the street. No one came to

help.

From a distance, a woman’s panicked voice broke

through the chaos. She rushed toward the wounded
man—a native woman with long jet-black hair and warm

brown skin. “Sir, please hang on. The ambulance is on its
way,” she said, trying to comfort him. She pulled a clean

cloth from her bag and pressed it against his wound. Her

once-white shirt was now stained red. The scent of

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