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“.
This 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.
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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.
Thanks, Sandra! I’m glad we could connect through our stories. 🙂 Until next time…
I can well imagine that moment. You portrayed it nicely.
Thank you so much, Sandra! I always appreciate you stopping by! 🙂
What a beautiful feeling to be at home again. You really took me there with your writing. thank you.
It really is a beautiful feeling, right?! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.
I think this is a lovely piece – and I do like the ‘enticing tune’ of the breeze. 🙂
Thanks, Joanna! That was actually something I was worried about so I’m glad you liked it.
Hooray, glad to have ‘helped’ 🙂
Very interesting story. Thanks for sharing 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
Oh a tale of lost memory. I like hoe you done it in 1st person.
Thanks, Bjorn!
even the little things can trigger big things. just never know. well done.
I’ve heard that’s the way it works- you just never know what the trigger is going to be. 🙂 Thanks, Rich!
Really nicely done. 🙂
Thank you, Jackie! 🙂
Well done. Good to be home.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by, Rochelle! Hope your weekend was fabulous, I know you were busy! 🙂
a good one, was he/she back from an injury, a broken heart, alien abduction? It’s good when you raise questions that leave us wanting more.
Which do you prefer? 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
alien abduction of course!
nice work. “I grabbed a mug; It was comfortable in my hands.” –a favorite line. I too have a mug that is comfortable in my hands, maybe everyone does.
I’m still looking for my mug. 🙂
when you find it, you will only want to share it with someone you love very much!
A transcendental tale with an aha moment. Very nice. Ron
Thank you for the kind words, Ron! 🙂
Oh my, this is a special piece. A lot told in a few words. Comfortable feeling coffee mug… I would know my cup anywhere.
Thank you so much!
I think Dorothy said it best, “There’s no place like home!” Where else can we relax and be ourselves?