My latest submission to the Friday Fictioneers, as per the below photo prompt. Thought I would experiment with the first person perspective. Hope you enjoy.
I think to myself, ‘What is home?’
The reply comes suddenly. ‘Home is a cottage in the valleys, a roof over your head and a roaring fire.’
‘Sounds lovely’, I reply. ‘Anything else?’
‘A friendly smile and good companionship!’
I shake my head. ‘Too clichéd.’
My statement is met with a small pause. ‘Wherever I lay my hat?’
‘Very musical’, I say out loud.
My last words are met with confused stares from my fellow passengers. As the train pulls into the station, I wonder again if I should consider laying off the coffee. If only it was that simple.