For E’M’s Random Prompt

His flight almost over, Saul didn’t need to look out of the window. Mist, like a soft quilt, wraps the mountains of home. A forest of pine, covered in a blanket of snow would always guide him home.

It had almost be ten years since he saw his mother. An argument about . . . he wasn’t ever sure, but now, with Sarah by his side, nothing and everything could be achieved.

Marriage, and his sister was adamant he would attend. Sarah insisted they go too. A chance to build bridges, and quieten the ghost he listened to for far too long. Part of not going back. Fear. Saying the wrong thing was an easy thing to do, and he wasn’t sure it was possible now.

‘You’ll be okay.’

He wrapped the seat belt across his lap, and took a deep breath in.

The plane made its descent towards the little ball of light on the runway. Would there be anyone there at the airport to meet him? Yet, he could do anything with Sarah by his side.

From the moment they met, it was something real to hold on to. The world was far from fair, but that didn’t matter. Love could outweigh fear every time. Slow, and steady, the plane washed through the clouds and on to the runway.

He was home.

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.

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