Suitcase at his feet, and nothing but a pond to walk around. But this seemed like the longest leg of the thousand mile journey home. He pulled a bud from the branch, and cracked it open under his nose. wiped his sticky fingers on his wrinkled trousers and stayed still.
Nothing had changed, except the tire swing had come down sometime in the years he’d been gone.
“There is the other one thing changed,” he said, quietly,
One of the curtains moved in the house, and he knew he’d been spotted. But he remained where he was, screwing his courage.
Prompt courtesy of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
A great take on the prompt.
Thanks!
An intriguing lead-in. I’m curious about whether he has spent a decent amount of time in jail while his wife was looking around or it’s just another lifetime story?
Oh, I like to leave that kind of thing open to interpretation. But your idea is pretty interesting. Thanks for the read.
Thank you, Graig, for your prompt reply.
I must admit I like to leave some blows of incompleteness too. I am also keen on detective stories. :)
A nice post with lots of potential for more to come 💜
Thanks for the read!
A pleasure 💜
You do like to leave us wondering, Craig :)
The way I figure, if you’re still thinking about a story after reading it, then it was interesting. I can only hope I reach that level every now and then.
You often do, Craig… and I agree. Flash fiction that answers every question doesn’t cut it for me.
That’s a good point, Sue. Since they’re so short, they should give you something to chew on.
Agreed,Craig.