I came into this with a different idea than what I finally wrote . I hope you enjoy. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Jan Wayne Fields for the picture this time.
copyright: Jan Wayne Fields
Historical Fiction (97 words)
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Carmine listened to the story of the “Woman at the Port”. He imagined this benevolent, grandmother with a basket full of food to quell his hunger and pitchers of water to quench his thirst. When the real “woman at the port” came in to view his tears flowed like a waterfall, as he cried like the newborn he had cursed through sleepless nights.
“Lady Liberty,” someone said as he pointed in the direction of the regal statue.
Carmine then shifted his gaze to the skyline of his new home. America had been merely a dream until this moment.
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Wonderful tribute to those dreams… how it must have been
I would imagine that’s how a person would have reacted — with a waterfall of tears, the highpoint of a lifetime!
Dear Joe.
I could see Carmine on the ship seeing the statue for the first time. Well written and touching. A good week to reflect on America the Beautiful, isn’t it?
Shalom,
Rochelle
Beautiful piece Joe. I imagine countless thousands reacted this same way as they came to America. You create a real sense of the moment.
This is an interesting look at someone’s vision of Lady Liberty. Good read.
Thank you, you are very kind to say so.
beautiful take on liberty, Joe.
i found it amusing, someone thinking of Lady Liberty as a granny with a basket full of goodies 🙂
and i love the name Carmine.
Very nice phrases there, in this tale of freedom.
I especially like this line, Joe: ” as he cried like the newborn he had cursed through sleepless nights.”
Here: ” grandmother type with a basket full of food to quell his empty stomach…”, “grandmother-type” would get a hyphen and you would quell hunger, rather than your stomach. 🙂 You could simply say “grandmother” rather than “grandmother-type”, which sounds stronger to me. Just my $.02.
janet
Thanks for your words Janet. I thought the line about the newborn was pretty good and just hoped the idea came through. Thanks for the word saved.
Interesting idea, Joe, contrasting the pragmatic idea of a woman giving food with the loftier ideal of freedom. Hopefully he can get both.