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#FridayFictioneers – 13/9/13 – Emigration

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Every Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields publishes a photo prompt to stimulate and inspire writers to write 100-words of flash fiction or poetry. The Friday Fictioneers then post their stories.

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I wrote this as a historical piece, but I’m not sure that it isn’t still lived by some today.

 

Copyright - Jan Wayne Fields

Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

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Emigration (100 words)

For weeks there had been nothing to see but sky. The rain had soaked from above, the sea leaked in from below. At last they would walk on land and breathe fresh air instead of the putrid stench of the hold. Their sores would dry, their lips heal and soften. Bird song would replace the creaks of rope and rubbing planks. Colour and contrast would enliven the eyes once more in place of the grey murk that had greeted most mornings.

In their homeland they were condemned, their futures certain. In the new world there was hope; anything might happen.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

September 13, 2013 at 8:21 pm

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  1. Dear Sarah Ann,

    An apt description of what traveling in steerage must have been like. Nice one.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

    rochellewisoff

    September 14, 2013 at 10:56 am

  2. Dear Sarah,

    It sure must have been something. Just imagine…Lady Liberty rising as their ship sailed closer and closer to the shores of their new sanctuary. Your story was a good evocation of the prompt and a window on the past.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    dmmacilroy

    September 14, 2013 at 10:57 am

  3. the taste of a new land on the horizon…different from their salty lips – well penned S xx

    ramblingsfromamum

    September 14, 2013 at 11:15 am

  4. I think it’s lived by some still these days, certainly people coming from Cuba, although they’re more likely to be in a boat so small there’s no below-deck.

    janet

    sustainabilitea

    September 14, 2013 at 12:48 pm

  5. i can almost feel their relief. great story, i like that i read a tale about hope. 🙂

    kz

    September 14, 2013 at 7:30 pm

  6. Well done, Miss Sarah. Good use of the senses in this piece. You put me right there in the hull with them.

    rgayer55

    September 15, 2013 at 3:03 pm

  7. A perfect capture of the hope of immigrants…

    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    September 15, 2013 at 7:21 pm

    • Thanks for that comment. I didn’t think I’d got enough hope into this. I felt it was more leaning towards the past they’d left behind. It’s good to know when I’m wrong.

      Sarah Ann

      September 16, 2013 at 9:03 pm


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