As part of my writing goals this year, I’m writing more creatively. Home is one of (hopefully) many drabbles (100 word stories) that I will publish. Image is mine, taken in December 2013
This particular drabble is a mini-sequel to The Charlie & Cub Chronicles. Charlie is sixteen in this moment.
I’ve got a collection of sixteen-year-old Theo and Charlie moments that are slowly coming together in my head. I might even try to link them through the prompts. So, while this drabble can be read on its own and out of context of the novels, I’m going to hide it behind a more tag: spoilers for setting.
The joggers passed by. Children went home. The sky turned purple and pink. Charlie sat up high, staring at the islands disappearing into the inky blue sky.
She’d climbed into the playground’s spider’s web. Many of the ropes been removed or cut. She wouldn’t have been able to climb it when she was eleven.
Behind her, the Witch’s House remained. Only there were no more cats. A car was parked in the driveway and the grass had been mown.
Someone lived there now.
This is the only place that ever felt like home; but it had changed like everything else.