The rain poured down hard and the wind whipped sheets of water against the glass. Trees bent with the wind, bowing to a greater power. The sky flashed with lightning, and thunder roared, loud enough to quiver the windows.
You stared at the blurry world beyond the glass. Days like this remind you of home. Taking you back to the time when you used to play shadows with your little hands on a candle-lit evening. Hiding from make believe monsters you once made; your dad trying to scare you even more.
Memories dwindled as lightning and thunder erupted in chorus. You’re alone again. A sigh escaped as your hands gripped to a cup of brewed coffee on your seat along the iron-clad table. With heart on tenterhooks, you wished the aroma would take you home. In the blink of an eye, in a heartbeat, you’d give anything just to be home.
Word Count: 151
PS I miss this and I miss home. It’s been three weeks of literary drought and this one’s my first comeback. I’ve scribbled it for quite some time now and I think this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge would be the best way to post it. *tears of joy*
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Priceless Joy where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 150 (+/- 25 words).
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