Cora's Refugee: A Narrative Fiction

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The car thrummed as she drove on the highway. As she rolled down the window the wind whipped along her face and in her hair. The forest just a blur of colors; emerald green, brown bark and the earthy scent of the soil. The gleaming moon illuminating the road and the night animals scurrying across the forest floor. Her mind delved into all the possibilities. It was as if her soul left her body as she suddenly lost track of reality and daydreamed or in this case; night dreamed.
“Cora! Come quickly, your results for your college acceptance letter has arrived.” Mabel gushed.” Cora tore it open, shreds of paper scattering across the floor. She was ecstatic to have finally received it. She hoped and prayed it was the one she wanted to go. Cora’s eyes scanned over the page, she shrieked. “MABEL! I GOT INTO SOUTH CAROLINA COLLEGE!”
Cora’s mind floated back to the present day. She was mentally drained from the 3 hour drive to South Carolina. Her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't stop yawning. Her limbs could barely function let alone drive her Volkswagen Golf Mk6. …show more content…

Cora was relieved to have finally reached her rented house. She turned off the ignition and hauled her luggage out the boot. The two story house loomed over her. Cobwebs clung to every corner of the porch. A fine layer of dust was on the balcony. It looked nothing alike the photo the real estate agent had shown her. An owl suddenly hooted and broke the silent night sky. Her heart was thumping out of her chest. She slid the key in the lock and the door slowly creaked open. The sound was a pain to her ears but she continued. Cora was so sleep deprived she instantly dozed off as her head touched the pillow on the

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