HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan
A light spray tingled the faces of Haru and her young charges. The 3 o’clock sun had painted a double rainbow arching down from rainy Wa‘ahila Ridge, curving into sunny Kapi‘olani Park, a mile from the Takayamas’ home.
“Check your backpacks,” reminded Haru.
A dozen boys, ages 7 to 11, including her Tommy and Yoshio, stood almost at attention in their starched blue Cub Scout uniforms. Stitched merit badges peppered their upper sleeves and unblemished yellow bandanas hung around their necks.
Haru pulled out a list from the sleeve of her yukata and began reading off her checklist. “Three Band-Aids?”
“Hai!” the chorus shouted out.