Most people celebrate Home Comings, the deceased, it is said, are Going Home, this young lady though was waiting on a Home Going…
Lillie McFerrin posts a “Five Sentence Fiction” prompt.
This week it is: Waiting
I don’t care if it took ten days in this rain, I would have waited right here in this spot for that train to arrive.
If I could have, I would have left town in a taxi, but there ain’t no taxi service, or flew out by plane if this damn town had a damn airport, or even taken a bus, God forbid, if there even was a terminal in this interminable stink hole of a place.
But other than the one road in and out, and I have no car, my only choice was this once-every-ten-day train.
Now that it’s here, I tell you I don’t care how long it takes me to get somewhere, but I’m going somewhere.
And each whistle of that upcoming train jolts me into smelling the fresh air of that new dream, seeing that different life on up ahead, and tasting all those sweet opportunities that await me in that place where I’ll end up being, that place that I’ll finally, maybe, call home.