Hiroko stood for the longest time, lost in memories, as her eyes took in the immaculately tidy cottage she’d once thought of as a second home but had not seen in far too many years.
She’d been so excited living in a city so very different than the small village of her youth, she’d not made time to return here as often as she should have.
Now, the knowledge she would never again have the chance to sit with Soba over a plate of ginger cakes and hot tea, listening to the traditional folk tales filled her with overwhelming sorrow.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge based on a photo by Raina Ng. Please follow the InLinkz click button below to view the other imaginative tales.