FERRY TO FREEDOM

The ferry loomed before them, just across the huge gantry-type barricade, their transport to all they hoped to have. They just needed to cross the border customs check and they would be safe.

They waited in queue, watching the officials check the car ahead. With every passing minute, their trepidation mounted. They had waited a long time for this and saved every penny for life ahead.

The officials waved the car on and paused to confer, a brief respite in their busy work stream.

They beckoned to them, eyeing them making their way down the wet road.

“Your passports, please.”

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