Across the Water
This a story for the latest Friday Fictioneers prompt. If you are born in Ireland, or spend any time there, you will hear tragic stories of the Potato Famine, and the many thousands of Irish who sailed ‘across the water’ to escape.
She walked down to the shore for one last time. The clouds were rolling from the Irish sea, the waves were sharp as cut glass as they broke on the rocks, yet she didn’t see it. She saw instead a path reaching down to the shore, lazy palm trees waving overhead, and the sun rising over the Southern ocean.
Was it really like that? Liam said it was in his letters. Half a world away he was waiting for her.
“There’s plenty of food here,” he wrote. “You don’t need no damn potatoes.”
She sighed and turned away from her visions. She looked up into the face of the priest as he sent her to God and gently closed her eyes. Another victim of the potato famine was gone from the cares of this world forever.
The only sound was her father’s sobs and the scratching of his pen as he wrote to Liam.
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Dear Gail,
A refreshingly unique take on the prompt. Thanks for sharing it.
shalom,
Rochelle
Beautifully sad.
So poignant. In only a few words you’ve brought me to tears.
totally enjoyed this rather sad tale…it worked perfectly with the photo prompt. <3
Enjoyed reading your story.
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