Towards the edge of the world

© Fatima Fakier Deria

Cape Town, 1963

Omar clutched the rails of the SS Trekker, peered down on the bustle of people below. Fishmongers marketed their wares amongst the tearful. Prices and goodbyes mingled in the salty air. Only one of Omar’s twelve brothers came to see him off. The others obliged to their jobs. He waved at Omar now, smiled, then dug his hands into his pockets. He looked about him cutting a lonely figure in the crowd.

Skeeter Davis sang sweet melancholy from a nearby radio somewhere. Omar’s heart squeezed, then beat faster. London seemed like the edge of a big wide world.

100 words

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Written for my fave flash fiction Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Challenge yourself to write a story in 100 words or less. Click to view more flash fiction here.

Thank you Rochelle for using my photo of Cape Town harbour, for this week’s prompt! So chuffed!

 

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22 thoughts on “Towards the edge of the world

  1. Dear Fatima,

    “Why does my heart go on beating? Why do these eyes of mine cry?…” You put that song in my head. Lovely and well described tribute to your dad. Thank you for the photo this week.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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      1. I didn’t even have to click the link to hear the song. It was one of my favorites…still is. It sounds as if you heard some great stories from your parents. 😀 Thank you for sharing a snippet of one. I enjoyed it very much.

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