She always knew it would end this way.
She had lived her life…so, what of it…?!
They had been so gentle helping her cross the road. Their faces kind and their touch kinder.
Lies!
They cared nothing for her and she knew it. They wanted her gone. Gone and forgotten.
Inside the boat, she pulled the blanket they had given closer, but it did little to soothe her aching bones.
Gone?
Never.
Her memory would live in all the hearts she had loved. She smiled at the thought.
The border patrol boat left the harbor.
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Fandango One Word Challenge: Dreamer-DACA
The Challenge: Look at the provided photo and create a story with beginning, middle, and end in only 100 words.
Redhead Reflections 
Dear Lisa,
Touching story. Nicely done. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank You! So glad I found you.
Thank you!
To be torn from the place you have made your home – says a lot in 100 words.
How can this ever make America great 😦
Oh! Was not expecting that ending!
Wonder how long she was an “illegal”?
The intent was most of her life…as she said she’d lived her life…and commented on all the hearts she had loved while in this particular place…but I guess it’s up for interpretation. 🙂
Oh, I realise that… I guess I was just wondering how long most of her life was 😉 – to, at this point, get shipped out…
I am not sure how any country could make itself great again by treating human beings this way.
A thought-provoking tale, uniquely told. Nice work!
Thank you, Susan!
What if the native Americans shipped all of us back? That might truly make America great again–at least the environment would be safe, but the casinos would be rather empty. 🙂
Good point Russell!
Dear Lisa
Welcome to FF!
You’ve given us a great story, beautifully paced and satisfyingly indirect. You keep us in the dark about what’s going on right until your last sentence. Lovely work!
With best wishes
Penny