Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 word Challenge.
The bus dropped him off outside of town and he kept walking until another road grew sideways out of the first. He checked the mailbox and it was empty so he kept walking down the dirt road to the family farm.
Ten years he’d been away.
He’d just wanted to get out and see beyond the horizon framed in corn and wheat. They would have had to forgive him by now. He wasn’t the same sullen teenager who left. He’d been at sea, in jungles, in the mountains, he’d changed.
He kept walking and hoped they could see it too.