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| Picture Credits: David Stewart |
The rusty gates squeaked as I opened them and it reminded me
of my days here as a kid. Those were the happiest days of my life. Life was simple
and we were living happily when the war changed it all. I shudder to think
about that cold night when we ran for our lives leaving behind all that we
owned. Life went on and things became normal again but all my life I missed
this place which I never thought I would visit again. But now when I stand at
the gates, I feel welcome. I feel at home.
Word count: 100
This drabble(100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers.