(This week’s Carrot Ranch writing prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about something or someone that is transient.
Why is she still here?
She came here to take a new job, make a new home, build a new life. Those haven’t exactly worked out, unless you count camping in an abandoned house as settling down somehow.
But where to go? She’s already learned you can’t go home again.
She could try somewhere else. When everything you own fits on your back, no problem.
And then? Would other sidewalks be kinder, other passersby less judgmental, the ground somehow softer?
“Transient.” The word evokes images of railroad bums sleeping by the river of her childhood.
No. Anything but that.