[Flash Fiction] Foreigner

The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city.

A shove at her shoulder knocked her aside as an older woman barged past her. The woman glanced at her overstuffed knapsack and comfy sneakers. Foreigner, she probably thought.

She was a foreigner, not just to this country, but to this chapter of her life.

Taking a step forward, she began to write.

Β© Jade M. Wong

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count: 100 exactly.

A little fiction to satisfy my wanderlust craving. One day, I will travel the world and see everything that’s out there. And yes world, you can hold me to that.Β 

73 thoughts on “[Flash Fiction] Foreigner

  1. So. For some reasons I missed this amazing piece of fiction. Reading this made me want a cup of freshly made ginger (I blame you Jade 😁) and I love the idea of being foreign to one’s new chapter.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Aww no worries Ameena. Better late than never! And hands you cup of freshly made ginger πŸ˜‰ I’m glad you liked the story and the many concepts of being a foreigner.


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