(a fragment from my work-in-progress, Native Landscapes)
“I need to go home,” Milena said with such ease she surprised herself. Home, she thought, had she ever felt at home anywhere? She couldn’t get out of her parents’ house fast enough when she left for art school. She’d thought she’d feel free then, but was trapped in nightmares at night and her new apartment in what she’d considered the coolest neighborhood in Chicago never ended up feeling like home. But now, here in Krakow, she felt at home. Her apartment, though cramped and mostly unfurnished, felt like home. Maybe she’d even admit that she felt almost free.
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This flash fiction is in response to the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
June 22, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about home. What is it? How does it impact a character? Explore the idea of home from any spark that creates a story.
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