Beyond the Border

Hundreds of immigrants flood into Texas, Arizona, New Mexico and California each day from Mexico-one little piece of a story

Francisco milked his nanny goat for the last time. Tears clouded his eyes; his papa gave him the goat when he was only nine. He took his paint mare for a ride to look one more time at the harsh landscape of Durango, Mexico and tell his old classmates goodbye. He was going to miss Victoria the most. She had first been a sister to him and then, his first love. Her father wouldn’t let him marry her until he proved himself worthy.

 

The way he figured it, her father wanted more than the mare and the handcrafted furniture he offered for her hand in marriage. He needed a job.

 

 Juan's old Chevy truck pulled up and he loaded his duffle bag on the back, taking only the last of his cigarettes from the pouch on the side. For more than half a day, Francisco slept in the passenger seat.

 

 Right before they reached the sign that said, "Texas: two miles", Juan stopped the truck, woke him and told him to get on the floorboard and squeeze under the high truck seat if he could and be very quiet. He grabbed Francisco’s duffle bag, and placed it on the floorboard in front of the open space to hide his friend.
 
Customs and Immigrations officers stopped Juan and asked him for his driver’s license. He showed them the card from Texas with his picture on it and they let him through the gates. Twenty miles away he stopped and told Francisco he was beyond the border and to get up.

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

I loved where the story was heading and wanted more...then a part of me realized that not every story is complete. I definitely wanted to know if Fransisco was going to succeed; if he would win his love's hand in marriage but alot of immigrants' stories are still ongoing. I wonder if you wanted us readers to come up with the rest ourselves?

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sounds like an interesting story, would like to read more of it. Thank you for sharing. debileah

[Kevin Andros]

Wow! A touching peice of saying goodbye to your hometown for the final time. This happens so often with every other person in this world who leaves his hometown for search of a good job, and yet the world never seems to get used with it! We all remember the best times that we spent in the past with a dreamy look on our face! A superb peice over here y0oyu have! Keep on writing! ~KA~