There was no turning back now.
Crossing so much water in a small open boat would be hazardous.
Staying was even more dangerous.
Through a network of supporters, word came.
Tomorrow, the village was the target of the search.
They just couldn’t chance it.
Nor did they want to put the lives of those who had sheltered them at risk.
The boat’s bottom crunkled against the rocky beach.
They would take the boat to freedom.
Carry the tales of millions in their hearts.
Tell the world of the horrors of their country so that those left behind might find freedom too.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, May 5