{"id":11849,"date":"2016-09-27T08:00:19","date_gmt":"2016-09-27T08:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=11849"},"modified":"2016-08-08T13:50:36","modified_gmt":"2016-08-08T13:50:36","slug":"chin-li","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/chin-li\/","title":{"rendered":"Chin Li"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Fire<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to learn to sing like fire.\u00a0 She sat in front of the fire continually, mesmerised by its rhythm, its high notes and its pianissimo.\u00a0 She was wondering, could this be my life?\u00a0 She knew it\u2019d be impossible for her to catch the spirit of fire, let alone its essence.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t want to ask her parents how to do it because, she was sure, they would say she was mad.\u00a0 One morning she saw a burning bush high up in the mountain, and felt gripped by an irresistible sense of destiny.\u00a0 She trekked up the mountain path, thinking that if her little finger was singed by the burning bush, she\u2019d be able to sing like fire.\u00a0 But when she got to the top, there was nothing.\u00a0 She only saw the skin of her left thumb beginning to crack.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Chin Li<\/strong> was brought up in Hong Kong but has lived in the UK for many years.\u00a0 He has published short fictional works through the Gnommero project, and in <em>Glasgow Review of Books<\/em><\/a>. See also: <a href=\"https:\/\/glasgowreviewofbooks.com\/2014\/10\/24\/cooking-for-one-a-short-story-by-chin-li\/\">https:\/\/glasgowreviewofbooks.com\/2014\/10\/24\/cooking-for-one-a-short-story-by-chin-li\/\u00a0 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Fire Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to learn to sing like fire.\u00a0 She sat in front of the fire continually, mesmerised by its rhythm, its high notes and its pianissimo.\u00a0 She was wondering, could this be my life?\u00a0 She knew it\u2019d be impossible for her to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11849"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11849\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11854,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11849\/revisions\/11854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}