After the frenzy of the past year and the anticipation of last week, she had been left numb, confused, in a dark place between disbelief and dread. Like thousands of others her knee jerk reaction had been to take out her papers and announce that she was moving to Canada.
But standing here in her greenhouse, soothed by the familiar smells of earth and foliage, she knew that this was home, where her heart truly belonged, and despite everything, this was where she would stay.
This was written for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Sandis Helvigs for providing the prompt photo.
I’m sure a first rection for many. But home is home and presidents don’t last forever. And people must try to fight from within too. Nice take on the prompt and well written
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Absolutely. And thank you.
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My pleasure 🙂
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