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.


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.


The stone crumbling, yet still her olden home.





For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


36 thoughts on “Anew

  1. 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?


    • 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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  2. 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.



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