100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Things We Lose


©️Dale Rogerson

Here is my story based on the photo prompt for Rochelle’sFriday Fictioneers


The Things We Lose


Clare sits in her car, heater at full blast. She knows she should keep driving but the lights of the house, her home, have her mesmerized.

It’s been five years since she left to ‘find herself’. Five years of odd jobs, cheap motels, traveling. Her parents tried to keep in touch but Clare knew if she talked them she would run home. She sent them a postcard from each new town, just so they knew she remembered.

Clare looks longingly at her past. The deep snow makes it look like nothing has changed, the SOLD sign buried beneath a drift.



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