the crossing

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

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17 thoughts on “the crossing

  1. HumaAq May 10, 2015 / 12:10 pm

    The horror of no where to turn and accepting the fate.. You have told a good tale in less words! Good one

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    • phylor May 11, 2015 / 12:18 am

      Thanks!
      I am so impressed by those who are willing to risk all in hopes of a better fate, and sad for those who don’t get the chance to try.

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  2. Suzanne May 10, 2015 / 3:43 am

    I like this idea of speaking for the voiceless and telling stories that need to be told. We have people coming in boats to our country (Australia) from the middle east. Our government sends them to off shore islands and locks them up! It’s completely inhumane.

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    • phylor May 10, 2015 / 7:00 am

      I’ve heard several stories about that! “Prisoner of Reality” camps are not the answer!
      With so much strife, terror, drought, war, the world’s population is on the move. The same things that sent people to North America — to escape from something worse at home.
      In N.A., people forget that except for the Native Americans, we all descend either from someone born with the idea that America was the “golden” opportunity, or brought in chains for someone else’s dreams.
      There are those who want to build a high fence between US and Mexico because “there are too many” sneaking in. They never stop to think, why are they sneaking out?

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      • Suzanne May 10, 2015 / 6:00 pm

        I agree with all of that. All of us who had ancestors that left Europe because of trouble at home are boat people.

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        • phylor May 11, 2015 / 12:14 am

          And, after a certain point, became less and less welcoming — especially based on race and ethnicity.

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          • Suzanne May 13, 2015 / 11:14 pm

            absolutely – it’s a difficult world we live in.

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    • phylor May 10, 2015 / 7:02 am

      Thanks!
      There is a world’s population on the move — fleeing from circumstances I can only think of in nightmares! Each one does carry a story in their heart: that their children will be safe and not hungry; that war and drought will not ravage those who are still behind.

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      • Tastyniblets May 10, 2015 / 7:26 am

        Absolutely. And unfortunately most times they flee to an uncaring world..

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  3. summerstommy2 May 9, 2015 / 9:52 pm

    Excellent response and so very topical at this point in time. Well done.

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    • phylor May 10, 2015 / 7:03 am

      Only too topical, I’m afraid. In North America, we all came from somewhere. Building a fence between borders only makes it harder for those who must leave to survive to find freedom.

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  4. pricelessjoy May 9, 2015 / 8:59 pm

    This story is so real it could be a true story. It makes me sad for those people that are in countries such as this one. This is an excellent story Phylor and brings this problem to light even more.

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    • phylor May 9, 2015 / 9:16 pm

      Thank you!
      It’s a sadly true and universal story — how people need to escape regimes that put them in peril. I was thinking of the tragedies in Central America when I wrote it.

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