Friday Fictioneers – Refugee


Her face was a shuttered barn. No light gleamed through the windows, no cattle lowed within. Was she sad? Angry? Shattered into pieces? He couldn’t tell.

If only she would talk, cry, he might put a hand on her arm and say, “I know, I know. This is terrible”;  bridge the gulf of language, culture, experience.

A sudden anger flared and he took up the red stamp, printing Denied, on her paperwork.

“Next,” he called.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

49 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Refugee

  1. I’m sure fear or shock kept her face impassive. Of course the petty bureaucrat never got past his ego to consider that. I wonder how many have been denied… Good writing, Neil.

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  2. I can recall my grandmother & husband recounting their experience
    as they were checked in at Ellis island. Impatient with their limited English,
    his German name was changed to another because they could not be bothered
    to listen as they protested. It may be a problem for the new refugees from Ukraine.
    Stirringly sad, Neil.

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  3. Wow, Neil. I was drawn into her plight and grief straight away and to have any glimmer of hope obliterated by one person’s anger and abuse of power was a real body blow. What cruel circumstances, made worse knowing it still goes on. Well done.

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