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When security pulled me out of the line, moments before boarding my flight back home, I knew it was over. In a separate room, I watched as they opened my luggage, went through its contents, and finally discovered the plastic bullets of cocaine hidden inside deodorant canisters. I didn’t even try to deny anything. All I could think of was my baby, Yolanda, probably sleeping next to her grandma’s bed now. I yearned to give her everything.
“You’re allowed only one call. So make sure you call someone who can help you, okay?” a security officer advised me.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Where the challenge is to write a story with 100 words or less.
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Great little story
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Thank you Neil! 🙂
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Dear Fatima,
You left me hoping she’ll make the right call and happy to see you back. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle, Thank you! It is good to be back. I started writing a novel, and got sucked into first draft excitement and woes. So very happy to be back on flash fiction. 🙂
Yes, hopefully she calls her family to let them know her situation and not the people she was trafficking drugs for.
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I like this one! You really leave us dangling though 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it Jane!
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I did 🙂
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I wonder if anyone can help her much in her situation – a good lawyer perhaps? Good story.
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Well hopefully she doesn’t call the drug traffickers who set her up in the first place 🙂 Yes, she is in a sticky situation. Thank you Iain.
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While it’s left open for interpretation, I have to believe she’ll do the right thing. However, guilt is one of those emotions that can take you in either direction. Great little story.
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Who does she call? Interestingly enough drug mules waste that one call on the drug traffickers that set them up, thinking they will help bail them out. But of course they don’t. Hopefully she doesn’t do that. Thanks for reading Jen!
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I hope she does have someone to call. Well done.
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Thank you Sascha.
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As it was the case in a different entry, she could call the president. Not that it would make any difference. This was beautiful and very depressing at the same time. Well written.
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Yeah I don’t think there’s much to help her now. Thank you for reading!
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Your story left me wondering what her story was, great piece of writing
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Thank you Michael!
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You have two spare words – so, who did she call? !!!
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“Hello Mum?” 🙂 Her thoughts on her family hints who she would think of spending that one call on. 😉
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Yes, I thought that during the story. She should call a lawyer, but she’s more likely to call her mum…
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I really do hope she makes it through safe. Makes one wonder what made her do this in the first place. Makes us want to know the full story. Well done!
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Thank you, though I think the only place she is headed is prison. Thanks for reading!
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Yeah 😦
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What an awful predicament. I hope she has that helpful person’s number memorized!
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Thank you for reading! I don’t think there’s anything anyone can do to help her.
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My goodness! That was full of story! YES! Great work, Fatima!
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Thank you! I’m thrilled you enjoyed it 🙂
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It is a sad little story for the lady who is caught. But, such is life.
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Yes, the risks we take, sometimes catch up to us.
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Oh no! Hope everything works out well in the end.
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It doesn’t seem like it will. Governments come down hard on drug trafficking. Unfotunately drug mules are desperate people preyed on by traffickers.
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So sad that this mother thinks her daughter needs material things more than she needs her mother.
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Lots of storyline and emotion, and a cliffhanger ending. Well written!
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Thank you Penny ☺
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Very well told.
There are so many angles here. A desperate mom — yet never thinking the guys she’s working for today will be in the school yard trying to hook her daughter a few years down the line, or the moms selling their children to pay for the drugs she’s delivering.
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Those are definitely interesting threads to develop into a full story. Thank you Christine.
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Quite gut-ripping. Well done!
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Thank you Miles.
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she needs a good lawyer.
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I kind of feel sad for the lady because she feels like a single mom who had been doing it for her daughter . Though of course , it is terribly illegal and it might just be her way of consoling herself , now that she is caught. Good security advisor , though.
Perhaps , she calls the father of her child who happens to be a big boss in a law enforcement agency. Of course, to no avail either . Such a terrific story, Fatima.
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Thank you. Yes you got it all right. She is a single mom, desperate for money for some reason, though I hinted it had to do with her child. The perfect target for drug traffickers recruiting drug mules. On a border control tv show, this is exactly what the officers advise. Because instead of calling family to inform them of their situation, and not leave them wondering where they disappeared to when they don’t return, they foolishly call the traffickers who set them up. And of course they get no help from them.
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Desperation causes one to do stupid things… hope she makes the right call…
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It’s difficult to keep level headed when desperation sets in. Thanks Dale.
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Too true.
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