It’s time to head back to Write...Edit...Publish… for the last post of 2016. This month the prompt is Utopian dreams, as enticing as all the others I’ve written to throughout this year. A special year-end vote of thanks to Denise and Yolanda for creating and hosting this very special bloghop! Incidentally, this is my 500th post (yay! and....phew!) - it feels entirely appropriate to celebrate this milestone in the company of WEP-ers.
I started off writing something quite different in tone. But there were some dire news reports coming out around the time, so my story kind of went off track into something completely different. At first I had thought I’d wrap up the whole thing in a thousand words and be done, but Heba the MC has other ideas….this story is now more than 5000 and no end in sight….so I am presenting an excerpt which adheres to the word limit.
This is the story of Heba the refugee, the Utopian dream in this case is Saeed’s, Heba’s eldest son’s, which remains unrealised in the story as he has already been killed by the time it opens. Heba and the family have found asylum in USA where Saeed had dreamt of going. The resettlement becomes an ordeal for Heba through a series of circumstances, her insecurity and confusion rising with the campaign rhetoric and climaxing with the election results. Saeed’s Utopian dream thus morphs into a nightmare reality in Heba’s life.