This House Is Not A Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: March 20, 2009

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Brick by brick, layer by layer, the girl and boy worked to build their home. They wanted to build it in a way so both would feel safe. They didn’t want it to crumble at a simple breath of wind. Every bit of effort that went into it made them grow closer together despite the weight that each had to pull alone every so often. Sometimes a few bricks came loose and fell into the sand, but they always figured out how to put them back on, though never the exact same way. After some time passed, the home was finished, and both were proud of what they had accomplished. The boy left the safety of the home quite a bit, and more so as the weeks passed, hoping the girl wouldn’t realize he had left. She had. She didn’t think it strange at first, but soon enough, the boy didn’t live in their home at all anymore. The girl left the house in search of the boy, and found herself lost in a wolf ridden forest. She cried out to him for help, but only ever saw his shadow. Running through the forest, getting bitten, scratched, and scarred, she hopelessly sunk down. Wolves hovered around her, waiting for her to move, but not a single breath escaped her lips. Her shadow drifted towards the direction of the house she once knew as a home, only to find it ripped to shreds, each brick broken and seemingly irreparable.  The boy looked at her shadow with a questioning, yet knowing look.
“What happened to make it like this?” he asked her shadow, floating above him. She looked slowly towards him and replied,
“It was all the time you spent looking for the will to tear our house down before you finally did.”


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