NaNoWriMo is over for this year, and I’m delighted to have succeeded in writing 50,000 words of a novel in the month. I’m now trying to continue at the same pace until the first draft is finished.
However, this week the siren voice of Friday Fictioneers has lured me into the shoals of flash fiction, especially as Rochelle has picked such an evocative photoprompt from Dawn. Thank you to both of you!
PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
If Saaburah had looked back, she would have seen a smudge of smoke on the horizon where her house had once stood, but she didn’t look back.
If she had listened to her memories, she would have heard gunfire, screams, and the roar of fire as her family and friends were slaughtered, but she didn’t listen to her memories.
With her baby swaddled against her breast, she had walked towards the border, at first alone, then with a few others, then with a multitude.
Filthy, exhausted, frightened, they streamed across the railway bridge into Bangladesh, homeless, stateless.