Home {Flash Fiction}

ImageEagerly, she plants her feet inside, hub-centered, as ready as possible for the oncoming assault on her senses.

At once she hears shouts of “Yellow Belly!” and the slap of Uno cards on the vinyl tablecloth; the obscenely loud ring of the telephone; the whiz of a ping pong paddle slicing the air from the direction of the summer kitchen.

She tastes fresh-baked pecan pie, sprinkled Christmas star cookies, and hand-cranked applesauce that (“I insist!”) goes with everything.  Her stomach rumbles.

She looks for the beckoning gallows of the next chalkboard hangman game; the calendar collection which magically multiplies joy with each duplicate date; his green rocker/brown pillow combo and her overflowing apron hook.

She sees all and none of it.

Nodding her head toward the stranger, her inner six-year-old smiles, “Thanks for the look around.”

Reluctantly, she lets go of the familiar slope of the screen door’s wrought iron handle, pleasantries pushing her back to the rental car.

They just don’t make ’em like that anymore.

*Today I am joining The Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday writers for the first time.  The prompt: HOME.  This story was inspired by the {re}visit to my grandparents’ farmhouse that I hope to take one day.   


9 thoughts on “Home {Flash Fiction}

    • Jessica, thank you for the warm welcome! 🙂 I don’t have a twitter yet, but thanks for letting me know about that. I look forward to reading more of your blog!

  1. Allison, friend, this is beautiful! I love the word pictures you create here. Especially the slap of Uno cards on the vinyl tablecloth…that one really got me. You’ve filled me with a great longing for home. Such a gift. So happy you joined up with FMF. Hope to see you there again! 🙂

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