(Author’s note: I had some family issues pop up in the last couple weeks, and when it comes to family, I will always give focus to them. Here’s today’s fictioneers…)
Rose Colored Glasses
by Miles H. Rost
“I have a great life where I’m working, living, and being,” Goro said, putting on his hat.
“You’re in a camp house. You can only walk at certain times of the day. You have to be given tests,” Miyoko spat, disgusted.
“I have to have this attitude. If I don’t, I don’t survive. At least I can give everyone something to think about.”
“You let them treat you like good little cattle. They took us from San Francisco to here. They don’t care.”
“Miyoko, I know. I’m not wearing rose colored glasses. But, to help them, I’ll do what I do.”
I wish I knew the whole story here, but I think Miyoko thinks Goro is wearing rose-colored glasses, and that she is probably right and he never made it back home.
Miles,
Love the parable-like quality to this dialogue. Someone had to learn the lesson the hard way. We all need to take the rose-colored glasses off before it’s too late.
pax,
dora
Nicely done. I sense the trauma. A sad time.
I’m flashing back to what I know of the Japanese internment camps of WWII. A terrible shame for those whose lives were uprooted because of a possible link to the enemy forces of Imperial Japan. A knee-jerk reaction to Pearl Harbor. You’ve done a masterful job here of summing up the emotional responses.