A Peaceful Place

Posted: October 5, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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The leaves of the bent tree brushed across the rippling mirror of the lake. The wind gently stirred the thin branches. It was like a painting, the calm at the heart of a storm.

Adam approached, feeling with each step that he was intruding, conscious of the war that sounded like thunder in his heart.

An old man came to greet him, face wrinkled in intricate patterns.

“Welcome,” the man said.

“I’m looking for…” Adam paused. What was it he was searching for?

“It’s all right,” the man said. “I know. You can stay as long as you want.”

Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Big thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and CEAyr for providing the prompt photo!

  1. Dale says:

    Wouldn’t that be nice to have someone understand what we don’t…

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  2. Iain Kelly says:

    Sounds like an idyllic retreat on the surface, but I got a sense of possible apprehension too. Good take.

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  3. Sandra says:

    A feel good story. And I felt good.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. mandibelle16 says:

    Glad the man recognized he needed son peace, a place to be free of the past.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    Nicely done. I loved the line “conscious of the war that sounded like thunder in his heart.”

    Liked by 1 person

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