Friday Fictioneers: No Place Is Like Home #flashfiction #amwriting


Thank you to Rochelle for hosting. 

Friday Frictioneer’s is a Flash Fiction photo prompt, completed in 100 words. 

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Image Credit: Amy Reese

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Addison felt she never had a place to call home. Her Mom abandoned her family. Her Dad an oil worker, sent his three children enough money to pay rent, some food, some water, and some electricity each month; he never visited. 

She paid bills online in the school library; her family had a tight budget. Providing clothes or school supplies for herself and her siblings was difficult. Addison lied about her age and waitressed at a fancy restaurant. When she was nineteen, the state took away Addison’s siblings. 

She began dating a wealthy businessman. Addison had money to pay tuition, money to party on weekends, money to shop, and her own BMW; she even lived in a modern loft. 

She wasn’t content, “No place has been home but one,” she told me. 

We drove to a storage facility and walked to her unit. Opening the door she showed me a well designed and comfortable suite hidden in the unit. 

“I stay her a lot,” she said sniffling and sat on the bed, crying. I tried to comfort Addison. 

It’s only, some people never receive out of life, what they truly need. 

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A bit long, sorry. 

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When She Dissappeared


  

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I had a chihuahua-terrier named Spunky when I was a girl. My family spent hours walking the neighbourhood searching for Spunky when she snuck out at times. Until the day we didn’t find her. 

But an old homeless man, who was standing in the fiolage of Floaden park cried the day she came home to us months later.

He wondered where the dog he had befriended and fed went. He sighed as he lured another dog to his tent. The little black dog, he had liked had no meat on her anyway. She was no substantial supper. 

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