Carrot Ranch June 28 flash fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write about home.
Jane looks around at her basement hidey-hole, as clean as she can get it. Her only furniture is an old coffee table rescued from the back yard.
Her house! She feels the longing in her marrow. The overflowing pantry, Grandma’s worn wing chairs, glass-fronted cupboards showing off tea sets. The housewarming roses by the front door.
All gone. Job, savings, house — all lost. All it takes is one bad thing, and then it all goes, like dominoes.
She burrows deeper in her sleeping bag. Home is where the heart is, they say, but that’s a long way gone.