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.
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.