Blood drained from Maria’s fingers as she seized the chain-link fence separating her from Cristiano and Ángel. Her two youngest boys, caged in the land of the free. Cristiano’s skinny, too-still body was curled around Ángel’s on the cold concrete floor.
Maria gasped a prayer begging God and the border guard to hold them again. The gray-haired guard shook his head, denying her plea, but his Aviators reflected an otherworldly shimmer.
Ghostly arms wrapped around Maria’s legs. Weightless kisses brushed her cheeks.
“Don’t cry, Mommy,” Ángel whispered as Cristiano’s ethereal thumbs wiped her tears away. “We will stay with you—always.”
Tim Goldstone says
Excellent, especially – “caged in the land of the free”.
Thank you, Tim. Glad buoy enjoyed it.
Ouch. Powerful piece, well done!
The final paragraph will stick with me for a long time. Powerful!
Great stuff, Jim.
Everyone who takes our freedom for granted should read this!
Valli Henry-Boldini says
Excellent read… I feel the emotions from the first word… kudos…
Nancy Rule says
ooh the reflection in his aviators – good visual – great story! so sad 🙁
This one stuck with me. Haunting and so very sad.