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Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –  Al Forbes

“These are the last ones…” Marius whispered to his son, pressing him close to his chest.

“They are so beautiful!” Louis exclaimed, waving skinny little arms in the air.

Crushed into a wired fence by a mass of desperate bodies, they watched cars disappear into the ship’s hold. On an upper deck, a child ran into his well-dressed mother’s arms, carelessly letting go of the red balloon he was holding.

“Is it our turn now? Am I going to get a balloon, too?”

Marius tightened his hold on Louis, kissing the top of his head.

“No, baby. Not yet.”