Microfiction #Three Line Tales: Home

A three line story for Sonya’s photo prompt. Off at a slight tangent this week.

photo by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash

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The night was no longer dark but bright as day and full of noise that ebbed and flowed like an angry ocean.

She shuffled nervously and huddled closer to her companions, glad of their warmth and comfort in this not-night that filled the cooling air with strangeness.

When the sun rose, the warm, round sun that drew them south into its radiance, they would shake the cold from their wings and fly through the golden beams, heading for the terrifying sea and, at the farther edge, where the friendly land began again, home.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

8 thoughts on “Microfiction #Three Line Tales: Home”

  1. Your story is beautiful, Jane. I could see the birds take flight on their flight south. I’m always fascinated by how much can be said in so few words.

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