It Wasn’t Much To Look At

I’d come out here every day.  The dilapidated old shack appeared so close. I felt all I had to do was stretch out my hand and I’d be able to touch it.

It wasn’t much to look at but it was my home.

As a child, life had been hard and I realise now you had no choice but to send me away. Arrange for me to travel through the gap. Hoping I’d make something of myself.

And I have.

Yet despite my wealth, I still can’t discover how to step back through the portal and return to my home.

Mike Jackson

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers

13 Comments

  1. 4963andypop

    Two portal stories in a row ( see Neel’s). I like the idea of using a portal as an escape from harsh circumstances. Like sending Hansel and Gretel into the woods, or your eldest child on a ship to America. Hope he finds his way back!

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  2. Jelli

    No way to go back home, indeed. Spent the weekend traipsing down memory lane, visiting places we used to live only to find they’re now warehouses and/or vacant lots. Went to our hometown and realized we didn’t recognize anyone, and none recognized us. So it is with the past… Onward ho! There’s an uncharted future ahead.

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