Photo Story: Airport Shuttle
I was a biologist at the national university, Farhan says, turn signal ticking as he merges onto the highway. A PhD researcher. He floors the accelerator. We had a nice apartment, good view of the city. Aminah was a nurse, he tells me, pointing to a Polaroid tucked into the rearview mirror. A woman in a white headscarf smiles at the camera, a dark-haired boy of three or four balanced on her hip. One afternoon I came home from the lab … Farhan swallows, sighs, knuckles white on the steering wheel. There were chunks of concrete, he whispers. Scattered bricks. Twisted wires.
Photo Credit: Youth Radio
I am reading thos again (and again). I read it first in Jan and should’ve commented then– so well done, such power in understatement. And also what we need to hear (read) these days. I’ve worked a bit with refuges as an ESL teacher, and this story strikes a chord. Thank you.
Wow Jennifer, thank you so much for your comments, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry I didn’t see your comment until now, or even know about it until now. I thought I had subscribed to an rss-feed-to-email site that would email me if there were ever any comments on my story; apparently it didn’t work, I guess. Anyway, I’m really wowed and honored by your very kind and generous comments, thank you so much for stopping by and reading. I’m pleased and honored that you think so highly of my little story here, and that it touched and resonated with you.
Wow! Spot on.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting Ellie, I really appreciate it. Glad you liked the story.
Found this one today. Heartbreaking, and real, in 100 words. Excellent story.
Thank you so much for reading the story Tony, and for the very kind words, I really appreciate it. I’m pleased that you liked my story.