By C. E. Gruen
The shutter sounded. The flash illuminated the immigrant’s face. His sister, terrified, knelt in his shadow.
They’d find their home in the folds of this big city.
The immigrant was young, still, with a future. He had seen the world but would still see more.
He knew three words in English—two of them were curse words, the last was ‘no.’ He did not smile when the shutter sounded. His dark eyes were large and gleaming, accusatory. There was so much around him since the ship had landed. He was overwhelmed. The immigrant could not smile.
But he was so happy.
I like the phrase “They’d find their home in the folds of this big city.”
I am interested and would like to continue reading.
Think you got the emotion of immigrants perfectly – he did not smile but was happy.
Well done.
Nice descriptive read… kudos…
Lovely last line…