Creative Writing, Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers: The Memory of Home

Happy Friday, everyone! If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you know that I’ve been participating in Friday Fictioneers. In case you’re not sure what that is…it’s a creative writing challenge where a group of bloggers come together each week to share stories inspired by the same photo prompt. You can find more information here. Without further adieu, I present to you “The Memory of Home“.

copyright-renee-homan-heathThis week’s photo prompt was provided by Renee Homan Heath.

The Memory of Home

On a quiet summer morning I awoke.

It was a place I’d never been before but it felt familiar still the same.

The fragrant aroma of coffee beans drew me to the kitchen. From the cabinet I grabbed a mug; It was comfortable in my hands. The taste was impeccable.

I stepped out onto the deck, the sunlight so gentle and alluring. The warm ocean breeze quietly whispered an enticing tune. Suddenly it hit me, the memories returned like waves crashing against the dock.

I was alive and I was home.

30 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Memory of Home”

  1. When I saw your comment on my site, I liked the title of your blog so well that I just had to come over and visit. I do like your ‘memories’ story. When I read the last line, I thought of a soldier who had returned home and was only now grasping the reality that he had actually survived all of it and was, not only alive, but HOME. I have had so many family members who served in combat in previous years — and so many students from my high school teaching days who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan recently — that it was just the first connection I made as I finished your sweet story.

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