A Migrant’s Choice

June 5, 2016 § 5 Comments


This, was the coolest, quietest place in the City.

The City, he now called ‘home’, but didn’t quite feel like it, yet.

As he gazed at the glimmering buildings

that had fuelled his shimmering hopes;

He longed for the heat, dust and noise, which,

he had longed to escape.

He wondered at the perversity of his mind

that made the chrome, snow and glass he had chased all his life

Fill his heart with ice.

This post is written in response to ‘Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week 5-31 through 6-6-2016’. Inspiring photo supplied by Barbara Taylor – Thank you. 



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