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Friday Fictioneers – Running Towards Trouble

ff140514Maggie gently squeezed my hand as the ceremony came an end. It had been our first September back in New York since I’d left the service.

‘How did it feel that day?’ the young woman next to me asked.

How did it feel, lady? It felt absolutely fricking terrifying. Instinct was screaming at me to turn and run, to flee to safety with everybody else, to escape from the undreamt of horrors unfolding a few blocks up ahead. But I didn’t turn, I didn’t run, none of us did.

‘It felt like I was doing my job, Miss.’ I said.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here

Friday Fictioneers – Island Stopover

ff180516For years when I closed my eyes it was still there: the cries of a hundred, teething infants; the tears of a thousand, desperate mothers; the stench of a month on the open oceans – we had been on land for a week before the sea-sickness truly subsided.

Hour after hour, day after day I waited in different lines. I was without my dear mother, my brothers and sisters for the first time in my life. They said they would come eventually, but I was to be the first. The land of the free they called it – I just wanted to go home.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge