Copyright- Erin Leary
The mist came, hazy and cloudy. I walk by the fence where the road seems to stretch forever. I had never made it to the end of the road. I do not know where it leads. But whenever I need answers, this is where I come to. It was not the destination, but the journey that truly matters.
Choices.
Hard to make but inevitable all the same. As the fog lifted, so did the confusions inside my head. I turned back. And found my way home.
Linking this to Friday fictioneers.
Linking this to Friday fictioneers.
:) don't we all long for that home? Comfort, clarity?
ReplyDeleteOh yes :) When nothing goes right, go home :) Thanks for reading my dear Midnight scribbler :)
Deletehii... i have read 3-4 posts here... those are so nicely written, i loved those... and followed you... :) hope you would like to follow me too :)
ReplyDeletethank you :)
Hi Anwesha :) thanks.for reading my posts :) Welcome to my blog :)
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ReplyDeleteWhat a nice piece! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for reading :)
DeleteDear A,
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Friday Fictioneers. I'm glad the fog lifted and you were led here.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks a lot Rochelle :) I'm glad that I was led there too :)
DeleteWelcome to Friday Fictioneers, This was an interesting piece. I'm glad the narrator in your piece found their way home at last. Well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for reading :) Keep visiting :)
DeleteI call this a piece of Cake with a heavy topping of cream and nuts :)
ReplyDelete-beautiful words woven in a magical weave to create bliss!
And your comment is more beautiful than my entire post :) Thank you! You are too kind.
DeleteP.S. Can I run away with you? ;)