Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, here we go….
Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast
The world is coming down on me and it’s hard to find a reason to be loved. But you put your arms around me and in a heartbeat this is home.
There is not much of a soul left in me and I wonder how long are you gonna stay this time. With my back to the wall and stone cold around my heart, I wonder if I could be the first to leave.
Like a fleeting lover, your words caress my restless spirit: “There is no home for us, wayward souls.”
And just like that, I am free.