An ancient sepia-tone photograph:
She stood motionless on the jetty, her back to the camera, staring at Liberty’s statue and a hazy Manhattan skyline. Middle-aged, in bundled clothing, her right palm to her face, in awe and bewilderment of all she beheld.
Exhausted, alone, and hopeful in a new world.
Michael Borne is a professional architect and an amateur watercolor artist.
In his first spring in a new land, Pietro took a cutting from a peach tree and inserted it into a slit on the branch of a living plum tree. A graft, like himself: an Italian transplanted into the Canadian landscape.
Bound together, two fruits would flourish on one tree.
Teresa Del Mastro sends Tim 50-word stories from Toronto. She creates them in Kerry Hodgson’s basement at her writing group.
Mahmoud took a seat near the back of the bus.
He turned, seeking the source of the insult: a shaven-headed youth.
Mahmoud smiled. “Hello there, Jonathan! How’s the appendix scar healing?”
The lad, suddenly scarlet, looked aghast.
Mahmoud’s hospital pager vibrated. No rest for the wicked, he thought.
Jason Lennick is a word and image wrangler from England, currently residing in Denmark. He’s 100% organic and now completely gluten-free. Please check out his blog.
“Don’t go,” a poor, old Iranian Mother begged. “Everything is the same in every part of the world.”
“They don’t have the same limitations,” Daughter replied, passing the gate of the airport.
“They have their own. Don’t go. Please!” Mother begged.
“They don’t have family limitations,” the daughter murmured quietly.
Saeed Rezaee, from Iran, holds a B.A. in English Translation and shares his creative writing at teanglish.com.
The train arrived without fanfare, spewed its longsuffering human cattle onto the platform, and puffed away to the yard to be cleansed.
At the terminus of their life-changing one-way voyage, five hundred grimy faces searched for any sign of welcome.
Another train packed full of immigrants whistled its impending arrival.