Wednesday 10 April 2013

Visa Line

Visa Line

Behind the men behind desks fans whirred.
Akoko sat still, hands clasped to appear calm. Impossible, with war raging in the streets; her war at home with the man who said he loved her, but raped her.
“Akoko Magero. Desk four.”
Nineteen hours waiting. Legs numb. Heart pumping.
The man didn’t look up. He read her form with the face of someone who cared for nobody. He lifted his pen.
“Sir, please,” she whispered.
The pen made one line. She peered at the box. Could be a tick!
As the line was crossed and stamped red she fell away: from the chair, from hope.

This story was brought to you by the prompt at Julia's Place. We had to include 'as the line was crossed'. 
104 words. Click on the picture to read more entries and check out the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups.


  1. oh! I can feel her hopelessness. you wrote this well...

  2. Thanks so much for the read and lovely comment, much appreciated.


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