Friday Fictioneers – Going Home

Photo Prompt © Björn Rudberg

A thin sunlight sifted through the branches like snow, dusting him with photons. He blinked in the sudden cold glare, hunching deeper into his army-surplus greatcoat.

Behind him, a single track of footprints snaked through the trees. Ahead, the landscape lay virgin, untrodden. His breath frosted above him, a speech bubble bereft of words.

The way home was long and uncertain, wolves shadowing every step of the trek. He threw back his head and filled the speech bubble with a silent howl of desperation. Exile makes sense if you were never really at home in the first place.


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73 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Going Home

      1. Oh, well, he doesn’t really want to be going home at all. He left, perhaps a long time ago, perhaps never intending to return. There may have been harsh words


  1. Well if any light is around you at all, technically you’re always being dusted by photons. 😉 I’m worried about the wolves though. Most of the time, they go out of their way to avoid humans, but I still wouldn’t want to be exiled among them.

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  2. I love the stark coldness you’ve created. It matches perfectly with the last line. I especially like the phrase “speech bubble bereft of words”. Very good.

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