100 Word Mondays: Creative Nonfiction

11:35 AM


Coming Home

As our car rolled smoothly through the curves of Tramway Lane I kept my eyes peeled on the numbers going by. And then…we passed it. I looked back. There in the driveway stood a tall, powerful looking man. His arm rested on the shoulders of a woman much shorter than him. We finally pulled in. I watched his legs move toward me with a slow, constant stride. But I couldn´t look at his face. He opened the door. I tumbled out and into his strong arms. 21 years ago I called him daddy. And today I was finally home again.

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