After all, war has been over for a long time and she’s no longer a refugee.
Will to survive Outside, in the dark, shadows ballet in the shining street lights as her exhales mosey on air currents, freezing in their step. As her feet touch ancestral grounds, an influx of respite fills her every sensation. Cold winter gale lashes her cheeks while she marches forward, from the airport’s noise into the city of her birth, the city that never sleeps. She’s a close friend of Insomnia, they’ve known each other for years. Maybe here and now she’ll finally find the strength to forgive.
After all, war has been over for a long time and she’s no longer a refugee. 28/3/2023 06:01:38 pm
A very wonderful and profound story, Congratulations Andrea, keep going! 29/3/2023 09:36:32 pm
Well done, Andrea. Let us hope for renewal in the city of her birth.
Andrea Damic
30/3/2023 12:51:31 am
Thanks Don :-). Yep, hope dies last, right!
Elizabeth Elder
31/3/2023 01:50:28 pm
Good story. Well written with pertinent imagery. New chances after a long, hard time.
Andrea Damic
31/3/2023 09:12:16 pm
Thank you Elizabeth, much appreciated:-) Comments are closed.
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