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'.
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