Carrot Ranch June 28 flash fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write about home.
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.
99 Monkeys 
So much can be lost because of one thing. That’s what I don’t think the “homed” don’t get; the ones who worry about the size of their designer jeans or which private school to send the children. And if that’s what a free market leads to, there is no freedom in capitalism except for a shrewd few. Your flash rings too true.
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Powerful concluding thought! It really resonates with the entire piece.
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fantastic story, you took us to her!
mine is here
https://agnijaat.wordpress.com/2016/07/07/home-for-carrotranch/
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