Lucinda shivered in anxious expectation as she came home again. She was thirteen years away from the 21-year-old who sat out to find life. She had loved and lost, lived in lack and luxury, and learned a lot, but had never found life, although it dangled in front of her as gold nuggets gleaming in the spotlight but they all turned to dust and blew away in the wind.
The two lights in the upper windows were Grammy and Papa’s version of a yellow ribbon on the old oak tree to welcome a home-coming vagrant. Yes, it was much like her story. Grammy and Papa would be waiting. They would bid her welcome and make a great to-do about her being home again.
If her doctors were right, she would soon make a one-way trip – one from which she would not come home again. Perhaps that’s where she would find life.
Thanks to mindlovemiserysmenagerie for the photo challenge.