The old man was done packing- instead of leaving him satisfied, the emptiness of the house created a profound sense of loss.
Crack, something broke under his foot and he smiled upon seeing it.
As he picked the flag up, his eyes lit up under hooded lids: maybe the end of one journey signals the beginning of a new one.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Week Forty Nine
Hope you guys like this little story. I forgot how enjoyable writing these three line tales is. Will definitely be doing more of them in the future. 🙂 This photo in particular really resonated with me. I knew exactly what to depict upon seeing it, thus making this probably the speediest three line tales I have ever written!
Would love to hear your interpretations about the story and/or photo.