For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from bad food, seasickness and scurvy the sight was the start of an American Dream.
Captain Jason had done the same, and now lived well in his Manhattan condo.
The mission had been successful and would add substantially to his wealth. Maybe he could buy the Jaguar his wife wanted.
The four girls below had suffered as all immigrants but they could not share the hopeful view of Liberty Island. Their dreams would soon be crushed in the seedy room of an underground bordello.
Wednesday is when Rochelle gives us a new inspiring picture. Despite the nice sunlight, I only saw darkness, and wrote my fiction story of 100 words. Unfortunately it could be a documentary.
At Friday Fictioneers we write stories each week on the same picture. Visit Rochelle’s page for more info or click the friendly blue guy below for other stories.
September 11, 2013