We Got The Water

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Yes child, I remember.”

Her horrible memories return nightly. The long lines with whole families lined up together with all their belongins. As she got closer to the end of the line she could see the soldier asking questions and then pointing either right or left. Sometimes the families were split up with the mothers and daughters directed to go one way and the father and sons going another.

Suddenly she realized they were the ones being questioned. Her husband and son were quickly shoved to the right.

“My daughter and I were the lucky ones. We got the water.”


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  1. Thank you for introducing me to a new writer on that period of history. This is a tense story you’ve told, and I wasn’t sure what “We got the water” meant until I read the backstory. Inconceivable, isn’t it, that people are still torturing and killing other people. We don’t learn from history.


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