© Fatima Fakier Deria
Cape Town, 1963
Omar clutched the rails of the SS Trekker, peered down on the bustle of people below. Fishmongers marketed their wares amongst the tearful. Prices and goodbyes mingled in the salty air. Only one of Omar’s twelve brothers came to see him off. The others obliged to their jobs. He waved at Omar now, smiled, then dug his hands into his pockets. He looked about him cutting a lonely figure in the crowd.
Skeeter Davis sang sweet melancholy from a nearby radio somewhere. Omar’s heart squeezed, then beat faster. London seemed like the edge of a big wide world.
Thank you Rochelle for using my photo of Cape Town harbour, for this week’s prompt! So chuffed!