Hey, long time no see. That is what happens at the end of term. But I only have one more thing left and that means I can catch up on Wordbound. I wasn't totally abandoning my writing for two weeks, but it was mostly editng and planning and boy do I have an epic story that is in the works.
But for now, this is a short ficlet, a snapshot if you will, of my main character from my nanowrimo story returning home after her adventure.
Favourite writing from this week:
She turned away and walked back toward the house. It would be so easy to get back on the train, go back to the portal and be whisked away again. She would be back with her friends. Sure she had friends here on Earth, but they seemed less somehow. As if she had only known the buildings of a modest village and then was shown the splendor of Rome, of Berlin, of any of the great capitols of the world. The small homes were still the same sturdy homes of brick and mortar and drywall. But they were never again going to be seen as the pinnacle of all one could hope to build.
Standing in front of her flat, she pulled out her keyring from the inside zipper pocket of her bag. She was glad she had not lost it along the way. She struggled more than usual with the lock, having forgotten the exact trick of a quick turn. Her umbrella went in the stand, her shoes were kicked off at the mat, her bag came with her upstairs.
Hardly anything had changed. Of course the newspapers had told her she hadn’t actually been gone very long at all-only a few hours. And yet, she had been gone for three months. Her phone lit up with a text asking about weekend plans. Dinner at the Blue Anchor and then hitting the clubs. She thought of the last club she had been to. She smiled at the memory of the wild dancing and the other dances she learned in that galaxy so far away. Maybe once she settled back into life on Earth she would consider joining, but for now she texted back an apology and pulled her textbooks out. She had homework due on Monday and she hadn’t been to class in ages.
