(Author’s Note: Thought things were going to be late due to the election and the results…but I was able to get them looked at, and was able to spend time. I think I should have time for more long-fiction coming up. We’ll see. Anyhow, here’s today’s Fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
“How about this hat? Don’t I look good in it?”
“Honey, you look like one of the locals in that. It’s like you’re wearing the board from Family Feud on your head.”
“Oh, poo. You’re no fun.”
Christine Bakshri smiled, as she turned around and looked at the other hats in the market of Tashkent. Her beau, Henry, looked bored but was secretly enjoying himself.
“Henry, do you think we’ll ever return home?”
“We stepped out of the country for a year. Do we really want to step back in?”
Christine thoughtfully looked around.
They gave a wave, and continued walking down the market street.
I wonder where ‘home’ was? Nicely done.
Hey, if they can afford it, what’s the rush in returning?
Home is where the heart is!
Wonderful paradox, both in the hat and in her longing!
Tashkent would be a fascinating place to explore. A very colourful story.
Well told and if you’re happy, why even consider going back?