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Friday Fictioneers – Last Stop

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAPiss stop!” spat the Guard.

Tired, chained bodies stumbled out into the baking heat.

A faint peal of church bells drifted across the scrubland. In the shimmering distance the familiar whitewashed walls of a village. An old man on a donkey stopped by the track.  The donkey’s tail swished at buzzing flies. The grey-bearded man took a deep swig of water from a battered canteen  – his eyes narrowed as they locked in on mine.

Back inside!

The carriage door slammed shut: glistening, warm sunlight once more replaced by stinking, oppressive darkness.

It would be a long time before I saw my home again.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge

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