for friday fictioneers 100-word challenge 19 September 2014
Every morning, Nadra goes to the village to find news about her son, Karim, who joined the jihad.
“If you leave, you’re not coming back,” she told him.
“Don’t worry, Mammah, I’ll be back,” he reassured her.
It’s been two years since Karim left. Nadra keeps on hoping for his return. She keeps on hoping even when she heard that his best friend had died a martyr. For what can a mother do, but live on hope?
“Karim, I want you home now,” Nadra says to herself as she trudges over the open corn field. “Planting season is coming soon.”
location: cusco, peru
while waiting for the annual independence day parade to start, i noticed this girl dressed in a native custom.
she had a faraway look in her eyes, holding a fruit close to her mouth, getting a taste of what would be a special treat.
it was a moment in time that i simply couldn’t let pass. it reminded me of my childhood, full of anticipation and hope for the future.
i immediately snapped her picture before i lost her amidst the surging tide of humanity engulfing the downtown parade route.
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for friday fictioneers 100-word challenge 12 September 2014
Justin came home to an empty house. Mara was gone. Last night, they had a spat that made him sleep on the couch.
Justin met Mara after moving to San Francisco. He loved her, but she wasn’t somebody his family would approve. She worked as a stripper.
Justin felt most of their recent fights were caused by Mara’s insecurity about their relationship especially now that he had established himself as an artist.
Justin put his jacket back on. He’d look for her and never stop looking until he found her. To hell with family, he’d ask her to marry him.