She sells sea shells on the seashore.
He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach.
The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on.
Occasionally one of them makes a sale.
Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child.
She dreams of the land across the sea.
He promises one day they will make it there.
The rich land of opportunity with plenty for everyone.
Occasionally they dare to talk of a brighter future beyond the closed borders.
Enough to keep the belief alive that things will be better for their child.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
The full horror of ‘Brexit’ and the repeated mantra of an ‘end to freedom of movement,’ as though ending freedoms is a glorious goal to strive for, a triumphant political win, is in the news again this week. The above is a vision for Britain in the years ahead, although equally could be applied to many countries around the world today.