The Caravan   10 comments

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under-bridge

“The illegals live there, officer.” The homeless man motioned ahead.

Here on the southwest edge of the city it was quite dirty and the area under the bridge oozed with feces and muddy water mixed with trash. The people were huddled together in a sprawling mass that covered the entire area shaded by the overhead bridge.

“Stinks like hell,” the border agent said.

“Just the beginning  from what I hear. They say many more of their kind are on there way. Fleeing from gang violence and poverty. Can’t say that I blame them. Welcome to my world Amigos.”

 

Posted November 14, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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10 responses to “The Caravan

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  1. Very thought-provoking.

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  2. A timely piece. So much to think about…

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  3. No easy answer, escape from one hell to another.

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  4. From one grim situation to another. Nice take.

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  5. Grim tale unfortunately it’s happening all over the place

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  6. Battle between illegal and homeless! I guess both these sets of hapless people have to embrace each other despite their difficulties.

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  7. A regrettably topical take.

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  8. So sad.

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  9. It’s difficult to know where the best place to flee to is at the moment…

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