• the_novel_idealist

26 July 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

He looked back, for the last time, at the place he had come to call home.

It had been only a few months since his father had appeared so mysteriously back into his life that they had shared this time together, hiding.

The smell of petrol stung. He struck the match and stood, staring again.

Why had he felt the need to be so noble? If he hadn’t disobeyed his father, he would still be here now. But then, well... who knew?

Tears began to form; he dropped the match. No time now for regret. He had to go on.