At The Edge

In response to the prompt from Friday Fictioneers..

“Water,” she murmurs before all turns black.

Where am I?

Ashen ground meets a starry dark azure firmament in the horizon. A crowd of people is standing in the distance. Getting near, she sees two men sitting in front of a chess board.

“What are they doing?”

“They are in a stalemate.”

“How long?”

“You are new here, aren’t you?”


“Those without nation have to wait until the game is settled between the Rajahs.”

Her left leg is tangled in the wires; the barbs punctured her skin in several places, hooking her upside-down in the border between two countries.

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

Some context for this story.

Enclave: A portion of territory within or surrounded by a larger territory whose inhabitants are culturally or ethnically distinct. 

There are around 162 enclaves in Bangladesh India border scattered among the two nations. It is one of the most violent borders in the world. People who lived in these enclaves belonged to no nations. Legends has it Rajah of Kuch Bihar and Maharajah of Rangpur used these enclaves as stakes in a chess game. Recently India and Bangladesh agreed on the exchange of enclaves.

Felani was a 15 years old girl who died during crossing the border. She was hanging from the wires untill she died of blood loss. She became a symbol of violence in the India-Bangladesh border here in Bangladesh.

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14 thoughts on “At The Edge

    • Thanks. The irony is, this may not be a metaphor at all. These enclaves are spread in such a way that it’s not hard to believe that some Rajahs used them for stake at a card game.


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