EVERY ILK

He said he was missing but really he didn’t want to be found.  Time had taken its toll.  He needed time out.

He said he would never forget the place he had called “home”, and maybe, one day, he’ll go back to it.

He became a man with might in his hands, able to summon wolves at a whim and tear apart the fiercest opponent.  Yet he could not escape “home”.

I’ve lived on the road for decades, and I’ve seen them all – emotional orphans of every ilk.  They come and go like geese.  What they really want is love.

Writing this, I thought about a man I was close to for a while.  I have been fascinated by finding more and more people who have become Travellers by choice not by ethnicity because of their experiences of war or other harsh experiences.  The piece comes from a prompt from Less Than 100 Words, with another prompt in the middle. 

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About catherinehume

Catherine Hume: Writer, social care worker and a liver of a life less ordinary.
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