21 May 2021

Published May 19, 2021 by rochellewisoff

Dear Friday Fictioneers,
😦 Our friend and fellow Friday Fictioneer in Friday Harbor (of all places) has suffered a stroke. We wish him a swift recovery. And for those who would like to send him a card or note to cheer him on, email me at rwisofffields.wordart@gmail.com for the address.

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The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.

PHOTO PROMPT Β© Na’ama Yehuda

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100


                                                5 July 1887

Dearest Anya,

β€œGreetings from the city of New York. Last night I went to watch fireworks and see the new Statue of Liberty. She is magnificent. I can’t wait until you see her with your own eyes.

You ask how I am. What could be better than living in the land of opportunity?  

Angry shouts echoed from downstairs. Shlomo stopped writing his letter and surveyed his one-room apartment. He continued, β€œThere are no Cossacks.” A baby howled in the flat next door. Shlomo’s stomach rumbled. He looked out at the peaceful street and wrote, β€œAll is well.”  


74 comments on “21 May 2021

  • The streets in America were not paved in gold, though millions crowded to the shores in hopes of being able to scratch out a little of that non-existent gold… No Cossacks either, though maybe some just as bad πŸ˜‰ Nice flavor of late 19th century immigration.


  • A beautiful capture of life, Rochelle. Times may be rough, really rough, but at least there “are no cossacks” as you say. Well put. I sent you email from mkwaK8mcq. May Ted have a very speedy recovery. My heartfelt prayers are with you, Ted. ~Shalom, Bear


  • Hi Rochelle,
    Thank you for using my photo for the prompt this week! And for the story – which in a way mine echoed, too, as I bet some others would, too – the realities and silver linings that led so many to seek a better freedom, and imperfect but hopeful future.
    My healing thoughts to Ted – I will contact you directly for his contact info, if relevant.
    Hugs and may hope and liberty shine for all.

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    • Na’ama Y’karah,

      Immigrants never had it easy, but it was better than where they’d come from. At least that was the hope. Such a lovely photo…thank you for the um…er…loan. πŸ˜‰ As far as Ted’s info…I have the address memorized if you want me to shoot it to you.

      Shalom, liberty and justice for all,


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      • Indeed, it often was better than what they had to leave behind. And yes, too often it was made harder, sometimes on purpose, by others who’d forgotten their own hardship or wanted others to forget they had, themselves, come from immigrants.
        Yes please for Ted’s info. Can you send it my via messenger?


  • Dear Rochelle
    That is really very good indeed, perhaps the best of yours that I’ve seen. Simply by implication you show the factor that makes the USA such a magnet; security. It’s not an easy life. It’s not prosperity – at least, not at first and maybe never; but β€œThere are no Cossacks.” Or drug barons. Or Marxist guerrillas. Or fascist juntas.
    Really impressive writing! Kudos!

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  • Seeing New York for the first time enthralled me, I hope that one day I may visit again. May I add my best wishes to Ted,, I will mention him in my prayers tonight… Mike

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    • Dear Michael,

      Being in the middle of the US it’s not often we visit New York either. I have been there and looked straight up at the lady. Quite a feeling. Thank you. I’m passing along your good wishes to Ted.




  • Dear Rochelle,
    I don’t know Ted very well but am sad to hear about the stroke and wish him a speedy recovery. Do you think sending you a card would be more fun for him?

    The story is perfect. No cossacks says it all. At least back then immigrants could feel reasonably safe. Telling dearest Anya that all is well is so sweet (but also deceiving).

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  • The things people endure for eventual improvement and freedom. We were talking yesterday about the settlers in Canada and in particular on the Atlantic coast. Hard to imagine how they survived the first winter, but they did. And thrived.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Wonderfully done. I love the use of the letter form. and anything is better if there are no Cossacks. I like to think his circumstances will change.

    Shalom and lotsa hopeful love,


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  • ‘There are no Cossacks.’ That says it all. Anything else can be put up with. What a great portrayal of a couple at a point in history. In 100 words conveying what went before, what is now and the hopes for the future. Excellent piece.

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  • my idea of america came from watching the movies. then reality struck home when i arrived in brooklyn. but i did make it as well the others who preceded me. anyhow, i wish ted a speedy and full recovery.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    I loved the atmosphere in this story and the last line was powerful. For him all was well–a testimony that he was grateful to be where he was.

    Please give let Ted know that I wish him a speedy recovery.


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    • Dear Adele,

      Thank you for your sweet words re my story. Yes, Shlomo’s circumstances here were still better than the oppression he experienced in the Old Country. πŸ˜‰ Passing your well wishes onto Ted. Thank you.



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  • Wishing Ted all the best.

    This piece is lovely. There is hope in what he is writing. It’s all about perspective isn’t it. Better than where he was before. That simple line says so much. There are no Cossacks.

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    • Dear Subroto,

      The barriers were pretty high during WWII. Many Jews were turned from our shores and sent back to their deaths in the camps. 😦 Nothing new under the sun. Although it does seem it’s gotten worse. Thank you




  • Your story helps to remind people that, except for the Native Americans, we are all from “immigrant stock” whos forbearers came to the “land of opportunity” with a desire to fulfill the “American dream.” A dream for safety and security more than riches and status. The faces may have changed over the centuries, but the hopes and wishes have not.
    Thank you for sharing.


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