Dunja Inajetovic

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2024

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“Faded colours” by Dunja Inajetovic

Submitted to Contest #255

“We have to go, Fatima. After what happened, we both know we can’t stay here! It isn’t safe anymore.” He whispered, barely breathing.“No, we can’t go. We built our lives here. Kenan, Bosna je naš dom. We can’t leave our families behind. We can’t leave our home behind. We can’t leave our country in a state like this!” She whisper-shouted in the dark kitchen.For once, I didn’t wake up to the bombing, the cries of nightmares. It was majka’s and babo’s arguing in the kitchen next to my room that woke me up in the middle of the night. “It’s not o...

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“Silent raging sea” by Dunja Inajetovic

Submitted to Contest #255

“Alma, your arms and shoulders healed nicely.” He said, though not smiling to that piece of good news. “However, your legs… need some time – more time. You’ll have to go to re-education regularly and you’ll have to be in a wheelchair for a long time.” Dad turns pale, his hands shaking while holding my mothers’ hands as I see tears filling her eyes. It feels as if they’re the one who can’t walk and who are targeted by the news and not me. Me sitting in the chair, still. The doctor, which I never seem to remember his name looks at me expecting...

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“Regrets” by Dunja Inajetovic

Submitted to Contest #255

As soon as Harriet entered the building, she headed to the top floor.She pressed the button of the old, vintage lift, then again, repeatedly, while cursing under her breath. Creaking, the lift slowly ascended to the seventh floor, the top floor of the Victorian classy building. Her heart was thumping, so much that it was almost as if it wanted to exit her rib carriage. Harriet was sweating, cursing and running her hands through her hair. The lift came to a stop.Almost immediately, she opened the door and ran to the apartment at the end of th...

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“One step forward” by Dunja Inajetovic

Submitted to Contest #255

"Grief is like a moving river, it's always changing. I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone." - Michelle Williams“Come on, sweetie, one more step to mommy”, I open my arms for him to crash in them. He balances himself with his little arms, waiving them around one unstable footstep after the other. I see his joyful face and his toothless smile that gives me all the happiness in the world. A few inches before arriving in my arms, my little kid falls, just before me.My wo...

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