Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – David Stewart
I was born on September 20th, eighty-seven years ago. Mama would often say I was the last gift of summer. I never quite understood what she meant, until I got older and watched my summers grow shorter every year.
These days, the winter winds rattle my bones, reminding me to breathe. I watch the weather vane spin, never quite stopping, pointing in a dozen different directions.
It’s like watching my life. Always spinning, never settling down, aimless wanderer by choice.
And finally, I remembered to ask: Which way is home?
But there is no one here to answer.