His Destiny


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“It is my destiny,” he insisted.

“It is laziness,” they countered.

He shrugged and hoisted his belongings.

They wrung their hands and shook their heads and offered dire endings. Yet there was little they could do, short of straitjacketing. And they’d been down that road with others years ago and found it sorely lacking.

Settling down suffocated him. He was Nomad born. He could heed only that calling.




For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Nomad in 68 words



14 thoughts on “His Destiny

  1. !ืชืžื•ื ื” ืžืจื”ื™ื‘ื” ื‘ืขื™ื™ื ื™
    …ืขื ื”ืงื•ื ืกื˜ืœืฆื™ื” ืฉืœ ื”ืžื™ืœื™ื ื•ื”ืชืงื•ืคื” ื”ื ื•ื›ื—ื™ืช ืžืขื•ืจืจ ื‘ื™ ื’ื ืขืฆื‘

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