Friday Fictioneers: Time to Go Home

I’m from a small town, married my high school sweetheart, and lived there until we divorced. The divorce broke my heart but worse were the whispers. I couldn’t even go to the grocery store without hearing them, so I ran away.

I came here. It was so different. I loved the lights, and laughter, just outside my window, and the drama, wasn’t my own. No one knew me here, or cared. I liked it like that.

But that was 20 years ago and nowadays I find the lights and the laughter more annoying than alluring.

I think it is time to go home.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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57 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Time to Go Home

  1. Home towns have a rubber-band effect. You can run as far as you can run, then at one point – SNAP – and you’re back at your old doorstep looking at the new owner with confusion. This would have fit well with the ‘Fishville’ prompt. 🙂

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  2. Small towns are like that, too true. But she must have loved it and still had friends there, to want to go back 20 years later. I have zero interest in ever living in my small town again, and every time I visit, I’m even more sure of that!

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  3. It’s quite hard going back to old places. They’re never quite the same when you return to them. If I were her, I’d move to a totally new location, where the lights and laughter were less annoying, and make a totally fresh start.

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  4. Beautifully written. No matter how far you travel home, where your roots are, always draws you back.

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  5. How very right this is, that as we change and age the world around us seems to change too. We’re different people in our fifties than we were in our twenties and we need different things from life. Nicely written, Dawn

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  6. In twenty years conditions, and the folks back home have no doubt changed as well. She’s possibly outlived some of them. She could give going back a try at least. Good writing, Dawn. 🙂 — Suzanne

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