“It’s true, there’s no place like home, no matter where it is.
Everyone needs a place to rest in the familiar, even if,
there’s someone yelling in the background.
But it’s okay to long for better, right?
Be brave and go on a quest,
Pursue surroundings without walls,
Fresh air, fresh dreams.
Make a new home, foreign at first,
But give it time.
Do it, so when you click your heels together,
the place you’ll return to is exactly the place you want to be.”
“Thanks Vito.”
He wipes his hands on a rag. “I’ll bill you for the brakes.”
Maybe you’re wondering where in the photo was the prompt for this story. Believe it or not, it’s in the lower right hand corner. The blue gingham fabric immediately made me think of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. It doesn’t take much! That show was a serious part of my childhood. We were allowed to watch it on my parents colored TV because it was in “living color”. However, as much as I liked the scared lion and the squeaky tin man, I was petrified of the witch and monkeys. The neighbor flying by on her bicycle gave me more than one nightmare. It really is a scary show for a child, right up there with Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory (the original). Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields both for the photo and the Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge. Go check out her blog and read other stories, probably more sensibly inspired than mine!
Clare Graith 