Saturday, June 3, 2017

Going Home


Insisting small town life was not for him, Mark had always sworn he would leave when he was old enough. He kept that promise.

Mark joined the military and traveled the world. He experienced life on all seven continents. He was proud of that fact, believing he had seen it all over the years.

Yet, Mark still felt something was missing. Wanderlust finally abated, he realized the one thing he did not have was a home. It was time to go home.

He traveled for days to get back to where his journey had begun: his childhood hometown. Finally, the tram pulled into the old neighborhood. But, nothing was the same as he had remembered. Shock and disappointment filled him.

Too late, Mark realized that as he had changed, so had his hometown. The old adage was true, you really can’t go home again. 

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Word Count= 146
Image: Yinglan

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30 comments:

  1. I sighed as i read the last line. So true and such a beautifully narrated story, Annie.

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    1. Thank you, Moon. I am glad you liked this story.

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  2. This is so very true. Lovely little story. :-)

    Cait @ Click's Clan

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  3. I really do hope that we can go home again.

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    1. Pix, it is never the same. Time marches on. That is why we need to savour what we have, while we have it. And, then the memories can bring us comfort.

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  4. I feel the same when I go home even for a visit. The neighbourhood is always changing every time I go for a visit. Some old friends and relations are gone and my parents too. New buildings and new people have moved in. Your statement is so true.
    Smiles & Hugs, Julia

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    1. You are so wise, Julia. Thank you for sharing as you do. HUGS!

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  5. Great story! Mark changed throughout the years as he traveled the world but little did he know that his hometown was changing too. I hope Mark finds peace in his hometown even if it has changed significantly. Welcome to FFfAW challenge! We are happy you have joined us!

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    1. Thank you, Priceless Joy. This is a great group!

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  6. “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
    ― Marcel Proust

    Wonderfully narrated.

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    1. Exactly. I agree with Proust. Thank you!

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  7. “Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
    ― Marcel Proust

    Wonderfully narrated.

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  8. It really is true. I experienced this firsthand. I lived in the San Francisco Bay area for sixteen years (indulging my wanderlust) before I went back home. My new wife teased me when I kept getting lost. Nothing looked the same. Still, I hope that he learns that "Home is where the heart is." Great story! I enjoyed it a lot.

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    1. Thank you for this kind and supportive comment. I appreciate that. Thank you for sharing your story here, too! I agree with you...home ultimately is where the heart is.

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  9. Well done and so true. I have lived in the same town my whole life, but last Sunday as I went to the 3 cemeteries with flowers for both our Dads and my grandparents, etc. I realized it is now full of ghosts, it was quite depressing. Plus my childhood home that was sold in 2003 had a fire 2 or 3 years ago and is still there , I can't believe the town hasn't forced the owner to take it down.

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    1. That really touched me, Ellen. Thanks for sharing. HUGS.

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  10. Oh yea, sadly that is true. Wonderful words.

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  11. Sounds like my father- he left because he wanted to see the world and then returned home.. but his home was still the same then and now, except for different people. Very nice flash fiction!!

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  12. Wonderful story! It's true – nothing stays the same.

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  13. It is so true. Sounds like a nostalgic read.

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  14. This is so beautiful and real, Annie. Living in the past in our memories sets us up for disappointment if we don't also live fully in the present.

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  15. Sad and true. Even if you decide to leave, you need to keep in touch and remember the good.

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  16. I knew I made the right decision leaving when forced to help my parents out at the old homestead for weeks on end. What a relief when they sold the place. By the way, I hate their new hometown and was almost ostracized for not wanting to visit. Guess I'd better visit, huh? ~hugs~ Lovely post, though. Seriously. Be well!

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  17. Very true. Change is constant.
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  18. oh wow, the journey you packed in few words and the coming home. but not having the home you expected. beautifully done.

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  19. It's true - never go back. I like how you point out how much he's changed too, neither he nor the town are what they once were

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