Where Now?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by the Imaginarium One Word Prompt -- home, submitted by Call Me Manolo.

Submitted: June 13, 2017

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Where Now?

 

If the definition of a home is sanctuary, then I am homeless. In fact, judging by the pile of rubbish I am standing in, I am that however you like to define it! There is simply nothing left apart from a few bricks that still cling precariously together.

 

Everything has gone! All of my possessions are broken, buried or ruined. So many years, so many memories, all crumbled to dust in one pointless, random act of war. I’m not the enemy. Not to anyone. All I have ever wanted to do is stay out of trouble and get on with living my own life. And now all that I worked for, all that I valued, is gone.

 

I have no family. In some ways that is good otherwise I might have lost them in the rubble too. I’ve heard about it happening. Someone arrives home to find their house, their wife and kids gone! Could I live with that? I don’t have to answer which is just as well as I cannot possibly imagine it.

 

I climb up onto the rubble, poke around in it looking for......anything. Any reminder of who I was, of who I am. It’s all just fragments, shards, dust to dust. There is nothing left at all.

 

So what do I do? Where do I go? There are a few others making their way along the street, broken, stooped, weighed down with loss. I’ll join them, I guess. Maybe they know of somewhere that exists for the innocent victims of war!


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