Friday Fictioneers – Going Home

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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”

      2. 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

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  8. 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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  12. 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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