Title: Settling In
The breeze cooled against my damp, still slick skin. With the city water lines busted along the corner of Main and Might, showering was a luxury—didn’t stop the little zing of pleasure down my spine.
I looked over the porch rail, smiling at the flowers blooming along the edges. Nothing felt quite as good as coming home after a long day at work. Of curling up on the swing, watching the world go by. Waving at Diana as she passed by with Bulldog Bill, I opened a book.
Home was where the heart was.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers, where you write up a story in a 100 words words or less based on a prompt. This week was the balcony/porch. Inspired? Don’t forget to check out the prompt yourself. Curious? Go see what inspired others.
Lost in a Little Town 
Dear Jessica,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I think you’ll find yourself settling in quite nicely. I liked the feeling of home in your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you very much, Rochelle. It’s been awhile since I stretched my creative writing muscles on a regular basis and I think this will help. You’d never know I was an English major. As for the story, living in the south all my life, that’s how I saw home. Curling up on a sunny afternoon and watching the world go by. It’s something I noticed a lot of people doing, no matter circumstances. Just observing and enjoying quiet time.
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As I was reading it, I felt “dreamy” and as though I was in a southern “laid back” time. I enjoyed reading it.
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I think of my summers, of growing up poor, and wishing for a porch attached to big old house. I love the certain distinction a porch gives a house. A place where life happens, the moment your foot steps on the material.
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Yes, that is true. My grandmother’s house had a big covered porch with a railing around it. I loved that porch. I would often go out and sit on it and watch life happen.
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I used to do that on the pier docks of my godmother’s townhome community. You could sit in the seat, watch the world go by while propping feet up, and reading a book as the inlet flowed around you, especially at high tide.
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That sounds fun and relaxing!
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