This is my latest entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Just follow the rules: Using the photo below as a prompt, write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracised for going over or under the word count.)
Comments are of course welcome!
A cursory glance at the Christian cemetery as I leave my grandmother’s Muslim tombstone. I hope I have absorbed all the strength I shall need.
I clutch a small cloth bag and look anxiously around for the white woman’s car which will take me away, to a different future – before my parents find the little note I have left behind.
You mutilated me when I was seven.
You took me out of school a few years later, even though I was the best pupil in the class.
You will not choose…
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