Friday Fictioneer: Twenty Years
I spent twenty years running from this place; running from me. Running, running, running.
I worked hard to make my mark in the world, to be successful. 
I traveled to many lands and met many people. Indulged in what I thought was love.
Upon my return, I learned the truth:
This is home. This is where I belong.
Away from here, I was lost and lonely. Here, I found peace, friends, family and true love.
I was a fool to leave, but if I had not made that twenty-year journey, I would never have found what I was looking for – home.
The End
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.
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Love it!!
Thanks.
I like your gravatar photo.
Thanks!
Sometimes you have to cross the fence to understand where you belong.
Good point.
Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Nice analogy. Hadn’t thought of it.
This is a nice story. As they say home is where the heart is.
thanks for reading. ;00
Great story and “There’s no place like home!” Well written and so true as it always has been. The grass is NOT always greener on the other side. Very well done! Nan 🙂
Sometimes it takes a dusty road to find the green grass.
Thanks for reading.
It takes time to know where we belong, sometimes. Your narrator will be a better person for it. Thanks for visiting mine.
Always a pleasure to read your stories.
Thanks for reading mine. ;0)
I bet this is true of so many people. I like your “grass is greener” take on the photo – well told!
Thanks.
This story warms my heart. Nice presented. It is a great story within a story.
Thanks Mike,
Phyllis
Dear Phyllis,
Some of us take longer to get it, don’t we? Nicely done. Glad she found her place before it was too late.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rachelle,
Blessings to you,
Phyllis
Dear Phyllis,
Should it be ‘spent’ instead of ‘spend’? And ‘strived’ instead of ‘shrived’? The definition of shrived doesn’t make sense in the context of your story (I think). I like how your protagonist brought her journey full turn. Good story for the open ended prompt.
Aloha,
Doug
Darn that speller. It has trouble reading my mind.
Thanks, Doug.
Blessings,
Phyllis
Indulged in what I thought was love – What a “thoughtful” line. How much time does one spend in his/her life doing this exact thing. Your story is a decidedly different and good take on this week’s prompt.
Thank you. And thanks for reading.
Phyllis, Good story. I’m sure we’re all glad she found where she was happiest before it was too late. A great happy ending. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
I sure hope things work out for her now. It would be a shame if it didn’t. ;0)