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The dying embers of sunlight fade to dusk, casting long, eerie shadows through the windows of the small bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clara hastily packs a tattered blue suitcase on the bed with a few clothes, personal effects, and a framed wedding photo. The air hangs heavy with unspoken words and stifled emotions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She glances around the room as memories flicker of laughter, love, dreams, and belonging. She looks at her husband, Ethan, standing a few feet away, his red eyes moist and sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A foreboding sense of hopelessness hangs in the silence between them; this is a parting that neither wants nor can resist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s a knock on the door. Her fifteen minutes are up. They are waiting. She grimaces, and her hands tremble as she snaps the old suitcase shut, the sound jarring and loud like shots from a gun. She dons her worn winter coat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ethan clenches his fists, his knuckles white as he tries to hold back the tears. He cries out, his angry voice filled with despair: \u201cIt\u2019s unfair! They can\u2019t do this! This is America!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He reaches for Clara; she collapses into his arms, sobbing. He holds her, an embrace so tight that nothing in heaven or earth could ever break apart. Except for the two masked immigration agents standing outside the door, armed with guns and the full weight of the law.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s another knock, harder, more insistent this time. A raised, impatient voice shouts, \u201cHurry up there, it\u2019s time to go!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clara slowly separates from Ethan\u2019s arms and gives him a lingering kiss. She wipes her eyes, hoists the luggage from the bed and walks the few steps to the door. She turns around and locks eyes with Ethan. \u201cI love you, baby,\u201d she whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He rushes towards her, closing the short distance that already feels like a thousand miles, and squeezes her hand tightly. \u201cOh Clara, I love you so much! I\u2019ll get you back, I promise. I\u2019ll hire a lawyer, the best one I can afford. You belong with me, here in America. No matter what they say.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She manages a weak smile. \u201cI know you will, baby.\u201d She raises his hand to her lips and softly kisses it. \u201cBe strong, my love.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She lets go of his hand, opens the door, and steps into the custody of the waiting agents, who take her away to an unknown future in a faraway land.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*****<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Flash Fiction 400 words, exactly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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