We Got The Water

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

The weather was dreary. She felt the helpfulness flow over her. Her brother and father were in another line just a few feet away. She quickly glanced over. Their heads were bowed as they marched toward the gray concrete building. It would be the last time she saw them.

Her line slugged forward. No words were spoken. It had only been two hours since she was booted from the train. The train that was so crowded that when they opened the door some prisoners were expelled involuntary.

Years later she would tell a spellbound audience, “We got the water.”

See around minute 6:30


  1. I think the strength of this piece is if you didn’t know the story, it wouldn’t make sense. What is this grey building? Why was the train so full? Water instead of what? But in the cultural context, the story just keeps on hitting and hitting. A fitting way to mark the day.

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