Farid: A 50 word story

The payment for a passport dear

from the white shores of Greece

to the artificial island of the Netherlands

My brother awaits me.

Once a home is now rubble

But aspiration for new remains

I worked for the Red Cross and now I am the one requiring aid.




Francis: A 60 word story

He peeked through the gate and waved at an orphan

I used to live here with my parents and siblings.

A young lad; traversing the oceans on a boat

British winters spent in his hometown

How nice of you to take an old man to dinner.

We found each other not once but twice

Did you hear the one about the Jaffna mosquitoes?