She took the bus to near as possible. Then walked. A few cars honked, perhaps to offer a ride. Perhaps to get something she wasn’t offering.
She waved them off. Walked on.
It made sense to arrive by foot. As in the times before.
The times she should have no way of knowing, yet did.
Remember.
They’d tried to put her behind locked windows between soft walls when she first tried to speak of it.
She had learned not to.
But her soul knew.
And there it was. As then.
Almost.
The stone crumbling, yet still her olden home.
Anew.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Na'ama Yehuda 
I like the way you’ve written this, mingling present with remote past. I wonder how finding her former home, if that is indeed what she has done, I wonder how it will change her?
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I think perhaps she’d end up living as she had before, between the now and the then, but with the knowing that she is of both times. As perhaps some are, but wont say, lest they end up behind locked windows and padded walls …
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A cleverly contrived creation, Na’ama. Memory is such an intriguing topic. Well done.
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Thank you, Bill. Memory is both impeccable and fickle. Finding a balance not a simple thing, but a worthy thing. 🙂
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You’re welcome,
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There’s a magical feel to this, and you cleverly leave us wondering if the magic is real or delusional
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Ah, thank you, Neil! Perhaps we do not know, for there surely is more than we understand, that is truth.
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Hinting at past done excellently
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Thank you, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Mysterious and intriguing. Perhaps she is better left to live in her own world, as she likes it.
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Perhaps so, I agree. Sometimes there is no harm, and there may be plenty merit …
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Beautifully written. Loved it.
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Thank you, Sandra! 🙂
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I liked the “locked windows between soft walls” line – very clear and poetic. I hope she feels peace in coming home.
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Yes, I hope so, too! Thanks for the comment! 🙂
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A great entwining of times, well done.
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Thank you, Mason! Time is not a linear thing, some say …
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I think there’s some truth to that. Time is a substance we are yet to fully comprehend.
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True. For example, where did my morning go? I’m sure I didn’t do anything to it, and yet it’s zoomed by and now I have to run to a meeting … 😉
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Time seems to speed up a lot lately doesn’t it.
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Time says that we’ve been messing with it, moving it back and forth like it is a pendulum, and so it decided that it didn’t matter what IT did when IT wanted to zoom forward or drag its heels. … 😉
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Ahh that explains it.
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😀
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She seems very determined. An intriguing tale, Na’ama.
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Thank you, Keith. Yes, she sure does, doesn’t she? 😉
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I loved this. Beautifully written.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it! 🙂
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Reality, or a figment of her imagination? Cool 🙂
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Ah, but to whom? 😉
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Makes me want to know more about this person.
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🙂 Me, too … 😉
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I really like how you’ve slowed the pace when you introduce the time ambiguity. Great feeling in this.
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Thank you, Margaret! 🙂 This little piece all but wrote and paced itself. 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Here I am on Monday playing catch-up. You and I did take similar routes through the ancient ruins, didn’t we? Love this nebulous space in time. You left me with more questions than answers in the dark early morning.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah, and there the two of us are indeed in a similar place again, with more questions than answers … 😉 xoxo Thanks!!
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