It had been ten years since Shelly had been home. It was dangerous, she knew, but she went anyway. When her mother saw her the two women fell into a tearful embrace. They held tight until her brother pulled them apart.
Her mother set to work in the kitchen, frying chicken, calling family. By 2:00 the house was full. There were many more tears but the joy to her mother’s ears was the laughter.
At 5:00 the police were at the door. “We hear that Shelly is home”. The family stood in stunned silence. They turned to look for Shelly. But she was gone.
This week’s photo: © Sean Fallon