Friday Fictioneers: The Last Mile

the-boat-and-miss-liberty

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

 

She stands as a sign of freedom, of a new life, of sanctuary and peace.

The boat is crammed with a stinking mass of bodies lying prostrate on the deck their cries turned to silence.

I stand alone then watching her and praying. Praying to a God that abandoned us somewhere between there and here. A God that gave salvation to women and children in a watery grave.

Even now the boat fills and there is no-one left to bail. To be so close, to have lost so much.

And if I make it?

How many steps will I take on that green land before they send me back to hell?

 

Please visit Friday Fictioneers and flex your gray matter! 

Or take a read at some of my favorites this week.

http://greenwalledtower.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/gotterdammerung-friday-fictioneers/

http://anelephantcant.me/2013/09/11/arrival-friday-fictioneers/

http://sustainabilitea.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/friday-fictioneers-free-at-last/

http://walkertoennien.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/light-of-liberty/

http://anecdotelove.wordpress.com/2013/09/12/leslie-in-nyc/

 

 

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