Friday Fictioneers – Mother of Exiles

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!


Mother of Exiles

…“Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me…”

Poor Carmina. Our journey was almost more than she could bear. By day she hobbled on blistered feet. By night, she shuddered with the terrors of the jungle, my embrace barely enough to comfort her. But we made it; we slipped across the border into the USA.

Since then I’ve scratched a frugal living here. Carmina died last year; we couldn’t afford medical treatment.

“I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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