For many generations her copper gown had signalled hope for immigrants. After days at sea, suffering from rotten food, seasickness and scurvy this sight was the start of an American Dream.
Captain Jason had been through it too and now lived well in his Manhattan condo.The mission had been successful and would add substantially to his wealth. Maybe he could buy the Jaguar his wife craved.
The four girls below had suffered as all immigrants but they could not share the hopeful view of Liberty Island, and any dreams would soon be crushed in seedy rooms of underground bordellos.
This was one of my favorite prompts and I decided to repost my old story with just a few editing changes.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers captained by Rochelle who is now working hard in writing the last of trilogy. I’m currently reading her…
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