“Stay here, Buddy,” said Momma sitting him on the ledge outside the noisy place. He could see in. Momma acted happy. The tomato juice looked good. Getting sleepy, he slipped to the sidewalk, back against the ledge.
Startled, he saw men putting Momma in the car. “We’ll take her home,” Buddy heard them say before they drove away. No one else knew where home was. And they didn’t seem to care. Buddy moved to a warmer corner and tried to be brave.
“Come,” a kind voice said. “I’ll show you the way.” He followed the voice. It led him Home.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ To read more stories hop over to Rochelle’s and click the green frog. It will pull up some novel interpretations of the image by PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Sounds like an angel unaware is there. Great story.
Yes, I hope someone who can help out Buddy’s home life if he remains his home on earth.
WOW! Thought-provoking. Thank you.
Thank you, Faye. Someone talked to me this week about a miserable childhood. Set my mind in this mood. Thank God, He intervened.
nice post! ❤
Thank you, Susan, for saying so. I appreciate it.
Makes me cringe to think of what “home” is in the context of the story. Poor little guy 😦
I capitalized Home so some, like me, could think an angel took him to his Heaven home. There would be peace. However, I’m not advocating that kind of thing in any form, abortion, mercy killings, euthanasia! Maybe he (Buddy) will be the one to find a way out for momma and himself. Hopefully. At least he knows the Voice who will still watch after him.
Thanks for saying more about it, Oneta.
I always am ready to explain, add on, or whatever. Thanks. How do you like to be addressed?
I’m good with Li or Lisa 🙂
Thanks, Li. I’ll go with that. I find the hint in your blog name.
Thanks for asking 🙂
Oh dear. Why is “Home” capitalized? It can mean only one thing!
I intended for that to be significant and a possible interpretation. Especially since Buddy was seeking warmth. Did he freeze to death?