This week’s Carrot Ranch Prompt is about migration. With a topic like that, I can’t help but think of the terrible ordeals refugees are having in Europe– “terrible ordeals” sounds pretty mild compared to what some people are going through. I hope we take some of those migrants here in St. Louis. This has always been an immigrant city, in an immigrant country. I hope our leaders care enough to bring some refugees here.
But my story today is not about refugees, but something much more personal. I got a phone call this week that has the potential to change the course of my life. My thoughts this week are constantly drifting toward that. My prose today is about that moment.
September 2, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows the interaction of a migrant culture on the place of migration. It can be the reverse, too such as a migrant picking up on local customs. The idea is to explore exchanges.
The phone call had her reeling.
Ten minutes ago, she had been busily going about her business, doing—what exactly? She could hardly remember. Now she sat, hand on her forehead, trying to take control of her spinning head.
Ten minutes, one friend, one phone call. A new life, the possibility floated before her. Still, she had to live her old life. She tried to remember what she was doing before that phone call. Correspondence? Could wait until she was grounded. The children? Were beginning to argue.
She stood up and took her first step toward her unimaginable life.