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FFfAW #49: Home

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Photo by: Louise @ The Storyteller’s Abode

As the sun began to set, Jane felt her mood lightened. The orange glow gave her a sense of peace and hope, for she knew that the sun would rise again the next day.

She stared at the busy road, where vehicles moved smoothly and steadily. Everyone is going home for dinner, except me. Did I make the right decision? Anyway, it’s all too late… there’s no turning back.

“Jane!”

She turned.

It couldn’t be. It must be my hallucination. But they look so real! Mom… dad… bro… sis… no… they are not my family. I’m adopted. I don’t belong there. Leaving them is the right choice.

Just as she turned to leave, a hand grabbed hers.

“Jane!”

“Mom?”

“Come back, Jane.”

“But… I don’t belong there!”

“Yes you do! You are one of us! Now… and forever… we are one family!”

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Let’s go home together!” Her dad, sister and brother echoed.

(157 words)

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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #49.

Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting the weekly challenge, and thanks to Louise for providing the photo.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

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46 thoughts on “FFfAW #49: Home

  1. Adoptees always searching for their family of origin. It’s sad. It doesn’t always workout when they do find them. If they could see the blessing of the family who loved them enough to adopt them.
    My sister-in-law and hubby adopted 2 children. Their kids have had a good life yet they yearn.
    Great story that begs dialog. Well done …!!!
    Isadora 😎

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  2. Wonderful heartwarming story. I had a friend that was adopted and she said her adopted parents told her that she was very special because they were able to choose Her! She said she was only about four when they said that to her, but she has never forgotten it and she always felt loved.

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