Home
A single light blazes in the distance guiding my way, the only thing visible through the haze. The past haunts each step: explosions, screams, decisions, truths too harsh to remember or forget.
Twenty feet away now, feet crunching through snow, hair frosted by harsh winds. A door swings open to reveal a shadowed face.
They will call us heroes, saviors of our world.
But what about our life together? Can you accept the person I’ve become? Can the person I’ve become accept you? I have to know, once for all.
“Honey, I’m home.”
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This is my weekly post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, our ever-present light in the dark. For more stories, click the link.
Anne Higa 
Powerful story effectively written. I hope they can work it out.
Thanks Luccia. Me too.
Sounds like they’ve been through a lot.
They have. Thanks for visiting Iain.
So many changes when someone’s been through something like that. I hope not too many that they can’t work it through.
Me too. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
Homecomings like that happen far too often. You really captured the mood. Well done.
Thanks Alicia.
Dear Anne,
You’ve captured that moment the hero returns…damaged and afraid. Wonderfully written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
So sad that heroes end up feeling that way in the first place. War (I’m assuming that is why he was away) is so destructive to humans.