It’s going to be the end of something – leaving most everything behind – having had no time to pack much except for whatever little money I had, some clothes and my naked life – having been woken by the knock on my door at 3 a.m. – Ashraf whispering that I’d been uncovered, all the unpatriotic, antireligious, blasphemous things I’d been saying on my blog – he’d overheard some officers talking about it – knew it had to be me – knew I’d be picked up, shoved in the slammer, beaten up, sentenced according to whatever ancient law – he had his Nissan pickup waiting outside, was going to take me to Chalmand, from where I could get a bus – it was unlikely that they were on the lookout for me yet, but I’d have to get off before the border – he had an address written down of a man who’d take me across, through the high mountains – but then I’d have to look out for myself – surely I had friends over there I could stay with for a while until – but the main thing was to get me out, across the border
– James Steerforth (© 2011)
Posted as a contribution for One Single Impression and ‘border’.
Well…somehow..couldn’t make out…hope it is fiction..
Great fiction!
interesting!
Great write…
stupor
fun story…
As I read this story I feel the press to leave, the need for a safe, new place, an urgency of emotion. You effectively conveyed the truth of such situations.
Here is Mine:
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/02/the-other-side/
dynamite shortie… and so contemporary… well, maybe not so.. it’s been going on forever… fighting for freedom….