Carrot Ranch August 31 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a goodbye.
Jane looks at her forlorn hideout, seeing instead the home she left behind.
She hadn’t even said goodbye. She’d been glad to leave it, tired of family tensions and no jobs, looking forward to a plum job in an exciting city. She’d driven off in the U-Haul with scarcely a look in the rearview mirror.
She hadn’t meant to leave it forever, but the economy had taken care of that for her. How funny. She’d had paradise and hadn’t even known it.
She misses her rose bushes, hoping the new owners are taking care of her catalpa tree.
3 thoughts on “Paradise Lost (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)”
There’s such a formality in that commitment to a Uhaul. Funny how we are not yet bringing our “stuff” along, as if not quite trusting the new paradise over the old. The economy does crazy things to those vulnerable. Jane’s story reflects that of many.
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I feel it! I still don’t have all my stuff from Nevada. The original plan was to rent an apartment in Seattle for a few months, then rent a nice house, sell the Nevada house, and get the stuff we left in storage there. Two horrible jobs (no big loss, either one, when all is said and done), one 401k used for living expenses, and one short sale later, here we still are. We make plans and the gods laugh. A different adventure was planned for us!