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Vinnie had the confidence of a roman statue.  His emerald-isle-fiery-red-hair belied a family heritage that had emigrated to The Promised Land from Northern Italy, not Northern Ireland.  What few friends he had called him “Little Red Ferrari” or LRF for his fiery red temper and uber-ancestral pride.  

Tonight’s rain in Freedomville meant wintrymix.  Vinnie had just been 86’d from the German Brauhaus and now LRF was driving his Pontiac Aztec home at wintrymix+.08 speed,  Statue of Liberty proudly gorilla-glued to his dashboard.  

His mind couldn’t quite process the dark wretched masses to be a family out walking the road at this hour in these tempest-tossed conditions.  He pulled over, flashers blinking, lamps high.  The golden door of his Aztec opened, LRF-adrenaline pumping. What were they thinking?

“Sir, we are hungry,” (señor, we are hong-ree), the man said as wintrymix pelted them. The children—smiled?

What are they thinking/doing, in some human way, suddenly felt like nonsense.  These poor huddled people in freezing-wet clothing were here, hong-ree.

Vinnie’s mind saw his own pride in them.  What courage! This man’s people built pyramids!

“Vieni qui,” Vinnie said in Italian pointing to the Aztec hoping it was close enough.  It was close enough.
Flash fiction entry to Plazm Magazine contest, "Opposite of Hate."  Winning the contest is not the point.  As writers, contribution to the higher purpose is our reward.  Participation our Victory.
a few thousand migrants
from run-down middle American nations
join together for a march
to reach the US border
and apply for immigrant visas

the tiny president
of the great United States
sends out the army to protect
the nation of 350 million
from this terrible threat

the master of fake
playing his power games
on the back of the most needy
ConnectHook Oct 21
Human shields
Mothers go first
Honduran fields
The plan rehearsed
Fake refugees
Who storm the gates
More borders, please
Trump hesitates . . .
WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE TO PROVIDE SOCIAL SERVICES FOR THE ENTIRE LATIN WORLD AND MEXICO STAY IN YOUR OWN COUNTRIES AND IMPROVE THEM READ A BOOK GET EDUCATED STOP DANCING SO MUCH AND HAVING BABIES AT AGE FIFTEEN DONT EXPECT GRINGOS TO TAKE CARE OF YOU TIME TO PUSH FOR REFORMATION AND REVIVAL IN YOUR OWN DYSFUNCTIONAL COUNTRIES A CELL IS DEFINED BY ITS BOUNDARIES AND *** ALMIGHTY ORDAINED THE NATION STATE SO DOWN WITH YOUR MOB MENTALITY
sunprincess May 3
From across the desert come a caravan
of desperate, hungry souls

Their body so tired, their eyes so dry
They altogether break down and begin to cry

When looking upon a distant horizon
And see a shiny sparkling star glittering
for all to see

So close, yet so far
Sandy* beaches
Boats
Old ruin Castles
Church's
Sea
Sunsets
Sunshine
Friendy people.
Buses
Food
Places to go
Enjoyed the change
Will be doing it more often ..
Pooja Shah Aug 2017
I often forget the count
of the times when
taunts that pierce like arrows
have wounded me.

I do not remember if
it was once
or a gazillion times that
I have tasted the dust
mixed with the red of my blood.

I, however, smirk a little
everytime I fall to the ground.
I then get up again
and begin my fight once more.

I only hear people around me
singing along to the melody of love.
But I sing a song of courage
and the caravan of life goes on...

— The End —