Moon Zinc

By Bibiana Krall

"Although much shorter than The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, Moon Zinc by Bibiana Krall resonates as loud and clear in our hearts and minds when we close our eyelids over its last full-stop." -Goodreads Review

Moon Lotus is hopeful when she moves to the city for a factory position. A mysterious, wise woman takes her under her wing, and her life is enriched by the elder woman's experiences. The facade quickly crumbles when Moon discovers a deadly secret that will affect everyone she knows. 

In a struggle to hold onto culture and strive for a better life, she must wrestle with her deepest fears to discover the answer. With a respectful nod to Chinese folklore and the ancient world, Moon Zinc is unforgettable, haunting, and a cautionary tale about morality, honor and seeking a better way..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Black Calyx Books
• Release date: Nov 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386931607

Bibiana Krall

Bibiana Krall is a small-town girl from the Midwest who left home at an early age and traveled the world. Eventually settling in Savannah, Georgia. She made a nest, created a family and built a dynamic career with a passion for culture, travel and private aviation. She earned an MA in Fiction Writing and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Wilkes University CW. She is a published poet, a member of the Society of Midland Writers and a Deep Center Writing Fellow.

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Moon Zinc

Moon Zinc

A Short Story of Injustice

Bibiana Krall

Black Calyx Books

Copyright

Moon Zinc © Bibiana Krall 2019. All Rights Reserved. Cover art courtesy of Nuno Alberto © 2019 via Unsplash. Cover design Bibiana Krall. ©2019

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means including, photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical method, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain non commercial uses pertaining to international copyright law.

Moon Zinc is a work of fiction based loosely on the confession of a stranger. Any resemblance to people real or imagined is purely coincidence or used without permission, in a fictional manner.

I provide this story continuously free to do my part to educate people about what my research showed to be a much bigger issue than I initially imagined. It also secured me a writing fellowship that literally changed my life.

As a writer and human being, I have the utmost respect for culture, gender and humanity and sincerely hope that my efforts shine through with this important cry for change in how we source our goods, treat others and nature as well.

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Moon Zinc

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Yesterday is gone and its tale is told. Today new seeds are growing.

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-Rumi

Moon Zinc

Moon Lotus pushed her slender frame through the crowded city streets of Guangzhou, growing more anxious as she drew closer to the shipping port.

Rushing by a market stall, the Hakkapop music streaming from behind a beaded curtain made her slow down for a moment and lose herself in the soothing rhythm.

Winking at her reflection behind mirrored aviators, the teenager admired her chao in the glimmering office windows. Her new animal print high tops were exceptionally stylish compared to the boring brown loafers she usually wore.

With no time left for self-evaluation, she dodged in-between the endless pedestrians, bicycles and taxis honking their horns non-stop in the morning commute. Car exhaust, warm bodies and sesame oil mixed into a haze of gray that hovered over the high-rises, as the day grew warmer.

She was already a half hour late for work at the factory and there was no acceptable excuse for it. The company bus left the dorm without her again.

Her Yong Tau Foo had taken longer than she expected to prepare in the tiny communal kitchen, because she had to go out early and buy one necessary ingredient.

Fish paste was more expensive than she remembered at the corner market, but she made do with a bottle she could afford. Then Moon shared the