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.

