Home Again – Word Prompts


The bashful sea soothed my weary soul like a comfort blanket, as salt settled on my tongue. I batted away the sensation of the battle worn beach. So many of my friends torn apart, but with so much to live for. Only yesterday he had his first pint of bitter, now he would never see his home again.

I’m a dead man inside, but at least I’m going home to my wife and three wee children. I picture their faces over my nightmares every single time I close my eyes.

Closer now, closer to home, closer to my family.

I promised I would talk to his mum – I kept on saying he would live, but his broken, battered, bones, wouldn’t have held his weight. As he closed his eyes, I said a silent prayer. I didn’t believe my own words, but that made no difference, he did.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

14 thoughts on “Home Again – Word Prompts

  1. Every Remembrance Day I try to recall all the Merchant Navy and Merchant Marine who never made it home. My father was fortunate in surviving two torpedo attacks, many of his shipmates didn’t.

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