On Monday, I posted six words for “Joy of Words” flash fiction. It seems only right that I come up with some piece of 50 words or less. So here goes:
Viewing disappearing tracks, I sensed that in this place, past and present merged, overlapped. I inhaled cold winter air filled with memories of winters past. An indistinct longing swept through me. Stepping onto uneven ground, I set out to discover where I belonged.