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.”

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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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