We watch each other in this sanctuary, this quail and I, prisoners of lives into which we were born.
The bird is free to fly away, to go where he pleases. But he has surely heard the gun fire, watched his flock plummet to the ground a split second later.
But he flew faster. He’s safe here. For now.
I’ve seen my family taken, too. They hunted us—sent my parents back to a country they escaped a decade ago—put my sister in a “tent city.”
But I ran faster. I’m safe here. For now.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
To read more stories in an online flash fiction anthology by Friday Fictioneer authors, click: