Leila squinted her eyes as she looked at the tinned roof and the cracked windows- the place she would now have to get used to living in. Her new home.
Memories of the tumultuous 2 days came flashing by where she and her folks were driven away from their land, she saw her own house being burned down to ashes before her eyes, her people massacred. They had managed to cross the border and were now in a new land. Neither here, nor there- where did they belong? The life of a refugee was not one she ever dreamt of living.
Linking up with the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff for #FridayFictioneers a photo prompt flash fiction.
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