She had come to know these crooked lanes and narrow alleys well. In fact, she had memorized them, along with all the city’s hazards and delights. Living here had been both a challenge and a hard-won opportunity, but life’s haphazard events had a way of changing one’s priorities. So it was with much regret that she now packed her bags. What would home feel like after being so long away? Well, she would soon find out.
She went down the stairs, opened the door and paused on the front step. “Goodbye,” she whispered softly, then stepped out into the street.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers.
She went down the stairs, opened the door and paused on the front step. “Goodbye,” she whispered softly, then stepped out into the street.
