Skipping along the stone street, I glance behind me. My mama and papa smile at me and my heart soars. A little boy dressed in tattered clothes sits on the curb in front of my house. He opens his mouth and screams.
I frantically look toward my parents, who fade away as I jolt awake.
Luotian cries in the bed next to mine. I race to calm him before the warden hears. She wields a heavy hand on any child who disturbs her slumber.
All quiet, I squeeze the well-worn postcard and whisper into the dark.
“Let me go back.”
This piece is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly writing challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we are to write a 100-word story. This week’s “dreamy” photo was taken by Roger Bultot.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, click HERE.