Photo prompt © Jan Wayne Fields
The old man looked at the deep blue water and thought of his great-grandmother. Her father had failed to repay the loan that his father had taken; as a set off she was sold as an indentured labourer. After a horrifying journey she reached a farm somewhere in Africa. All her life she pined to go back to her home.
His father was rich and could have gone back. But he hated the people who had sold his grandmother.
The old man looked wistfully at the urn containing his great-grand mother’s ashes; if only she had been with him on this journey.
A post for FridayFictioneers on a picture prompt
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