For Now

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They didn’t know where she was. She preferred it that way.

The windows were all missing. No doors. Graffiti covered the shell of building.

It was far from town, but sometimes travelers stopped to stare, and some used the empty rooms for all manner of unsavory business.

She spent most days in the nearby woods. Foraging. Snaring. Keeping watch.

At night, she kept to the relative shelter of the basement, hanging bits of chain on entryways to serve as warning chimes.

She dreamed of restorations. Of locks on doors.

She wanted more.

But it was home enough.

For now.

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: © Carole Erdman-Grant

 

45 thoughts on “For Now

    • Ah, revenge? I haven’t thought of that, but … who knows. I guess some may depend on first having more than just the resources to survive. Then, she can forge ahead, in whatever direction she may find works best for her. Revenge rarely does, but for some … mayhaps.

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  1. Your story made me think of times when I made assumptions about people’s happiness and life style choices. How often I learned that they were happy but I could not see how.
    In any case, loved it and I hope everyone finds as much happiness as possible in life. 🙂
    Well done, Na’ama.

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  2. This is great. It has me wondering how she came to be there. What is she hiding from? Will she ever have the home she is dreaming of? I love that your story leads me on to imagine all kinds of scenarios.

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