Friday Fictioneers – The Political Divide

ff130515From his office window, Mathias could clearly make out the red-tiled roof of his mother’s apartment block. She lived barely two miles from her only son and his family, yet they hadn’t been together for over ten years – not since the border was closed. In the tower, guards smoked their cigarettes and laughed. Between them and him lay nothing – only death to those who tried to cross. Mathias didn’t know anyone who’d tried.

His mother’s last letter had said she was ill. The thought of never seeing her again was hard to accept. In the distance a dog barked as gunshot echoed.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. 

12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Political Divide

  1. gahlearner

    That was GDR reality. Very well told. I’ve had relatives there (I live(d) in the FRG) whom I had seen as a small child and only again in my twenties, when travelling became a bit more open.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s