The Immigrants
Their third born, Christina would carry for three days dead. Dead. Dead;
afraid they would be turned away before reaching their destination of
Sao Paulo where two miles outside the large city work awaited them on a
coffee plantation as a cheap labor force.
“And what are you carrying in your arms, young lady?”
”My child,” she said in halting Portuguese.
“So you are the Italian immigrants who will make our Brazil a great
country like Rome?” the second official said disdainfully; afraid for
all their women.
“Sim, if your wealthy do not kill off all the dreamers,” Micalino said
trying to control his tongue but even he did not know the baby was dead.
“Why is it bundled up so?” the first official said compassionately.
“He has the chills and his mother is keeping him warm,” Micalino said in
a tone of voice that suggested it was none of their business.
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Jerry Vilhotti has had a publisher at The Wolfian Press and its sister press Purple Unicorn Media accept two collections of his called “Gods Depicting Pastime” ( tone poems) and “Specs in the Eyes of Seeing” that follows a little boy’s journey, in short literary sketches, into manhood.
Subtle Fiction 
Posted on July 2, 2018
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