Urine and sweat hung in the air. The smell of a new life. I gripped my sister’s slick hand. Stomachs rumbled in the darkness. It could have been hours or days since we had eaten. Time had ceased to exist the moment we traded our savings for promises, exchanging hope for lies.
The truck stopped. I was propelled forward. Blood mingled with perspiration, dripping into my gaping mouth.
The shutters sprang open. Light burned my eyes.
‘Girls we only want girls.’
We were herded out like animals and huddled beneath the neon Sex Club sign.
My new home. The land of the free.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A short story inspired by a photo prompt.