Thursday, June 7, 2012

Coming Home


He held his trembling hand out as he had so very many times in the past, but no one was there. He’d been on the streets for more than long enough to know the dangers of lying down in the cold for too long at a stretch. He knew it all boiled down to too much wine, too little food, too many missed opportunities and too much water under the bridge for him to ever be found again. First he’d lost his job, then his family, then his home and finally his hope. As his tired eyes drooped closed for the very last time, he entered a place of warmth and light, of laughter and plenty and knew that he had, at last, been found again.

11 comments:

  1. One of your best. nice job.

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  2. Very touching way to use "lost." Dropping in from Five Sentence Fiction.

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  3. An entire story in five sentences! Really well-crafted Jeff, it has a certain poignancy...

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  4. So touching and peacefully sad. Well done Jeff!





    Mine is here: www.thejadedlens.com/2012/06/08/Francesca

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  5. I love the brutal honesty that is used in this story. Very touching and realistic.

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  6. Such a sad sort of loss. And it's become so prevalant. Nicely expressed.

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  7. This was difficult for me to read. Living in NYC, one is faced with this dreadful scene every day...more so, in the winter months. Heartbreaking take on the prompt. Here's mine:
    www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com

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  9. How sad and yet so beautiful. I was completely drawn in by your lovely weaving of words. Nice!!!

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