Saturday Story: The Passport

The Passport … okachiko

Okachiko - Sit There

A hundred word story for you today:

The Passport

I stood stoic as the officer flipped through the pages, every one marked except the last. He inked the rubber on an indigo-colored pad, looked up at my civvies and grown-out hair and asked, “Where did you go on vacation?” I told him the places I’d been over the last decade– Beirut, Kabul, Ukraine, Krakow. His face grew serious, and he stamped the passport. When he looked up again, a smile had bloomed on his face, and he said, sincerely, “Welcome home.”

Also for Reena’s prompt #194 on Polysyndeton, the practice of using conjunctions rather than commas, though limited in this piece.

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