The train sounded its final whistle.
Slowly, it began chugging out of the station. I looked on with tears in my eyes, as my friends waved goodbye to me. I waved back until they went beyond my horizon. My parents told me that I would be going to a place called Mineville, and that it was nothing like my village. It was a huge city where people could dig out gold with their hands. That’s what my parents told me, but I don’t believe them. I saw them taking money from the people in the black suits.
They’d sold me…
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Sold down the tracks … shucks
Nice one. 🙂
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How awful for the poor child.
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It is! 😦
But he won’t go down so easily!
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A terrible fate for a child.
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Eep! Maybe he’ll steal some gold while he’s there and make a break for it!
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Holy shit! That penultimate line hit me. The last line was an added slap.
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I thought good riddance – to the parents. Let’s hope it all works out.
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How sad. It was bad enough that he was leaving his friends and family, but the ending was a shock. I’m wondering now about all the possible explanations for what his parents have done, and where he’ll end up. Your story raises lots of questions.
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Nothing could be more precious than one’s children. How could they sell their own child? Has to be one of the worst crimes humans commit.
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Parents selling kids for money! That too for work in a mine to dig gold with bare hands! Awful!
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How terrible people are in such a horrid condition they sell their children. It’s doubly terrible for the children. Child slavery often begins with extreme poverty. I hope someday it can be stopped. A well-written, heartrending story, DN. —- Suzanne
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Very sad.
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