The Yellow Hibiscus

Flash Fiction

My heart stopped! I had to change back to the real me!

“So, do you really believe I am in danger?”

She snickered so loudly, I thought that she may have alerted some of the dead in the nearby National Memorial Cemetery.

“Makelaka believes that you are Tara’s daughter.

So that was the woman’s name.

“Believe me, she’s never wrong and she knows everything. There are persons here, I’m sure who’d welcome you back, and even put their lives at risk because they want the return of the old Hawaii. Which you, being of royal blood represent. Unfortunately, for you, they are the insignificant minority,” she exclaimed.

I pulled off the blonde wig that I was wearing and removed the blue contact lens. “Believe me. I am not her daughter. See, I have brown eyes and brown hair. This is all just a coincidence,” I tried to dispute.

“There is no need to convince me, but there is another way of proving you are not if you are ever accosted. You see, all the women of the Oolonpo tribe are born with a cross-shaped birthmark on their backs.”

I trembled inside. I was undeniably Tara’s daughter. The Tara on my birth certificate was this woman Paul had been looking for. I indeed had a cross-shaped birthmark on my…