Home - Very Short Story #1
"What's your home like?" she asked.
"It's beautiful." I told her.
Her eyes widened, "Tell me more," she said.
I closed my eyes and thought about my home.
Then I smiled and said "It's warm and comforting, and familiar. I know every inch of it. I know the changing aromas, from morning dew and baking bread, to hot coffee and perfume. I hear its sounds of laughter and tears. Its deep conversations and whispered caresses."
My smile stayed.
"But that's not your home," she said, "that's what's in it."
"Close," I said still smiling, "That's who's in it, and that's what makes it my home."
A.T.G.