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“.
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.