Oh thanks Sue! This one was made for me!
Thursday photo prompt – Lights #writephoto
How he yearned for Home, and the comfort only his wife could bring.
The sweet aroma of home cooking and fresh bread.
He could almost smell it, taste it now.
He could see the lights ahead beyond the bridge.
Just as it had always been, just as he remembered.
How long had it been? Ten years, twenty?
His children would be grown now.
Alone he had travelled.
No choice, but to get in the boat and cast off all those years ago.
He had foraged along the river banks, kept out of sight by hunting at night.
He left no mark of his passing, covered his tracks and disposed of any rubbish.
Nothing was left to chance of his discovery.
He became a ghost, a fugitive, but it was not of his making.
Having come full circle, it was time, and he was ready to come Home.
He closed his eyes, enveloped in the now threadbare quilt so tenderly made by his beloved Ella so long ago.
The boat gently drifted, his breathing slowing until it stopped, releasing his spirit to join his family.
Two young children playing in the ruins came across the boat in the undergrowth.
Fascinated by the discovery of whitened bones, they called their Elder.
The skeleton was clutching what appeared to be a journal.
The brittle bones cracked as it was extracted.
The Elder read.
Over two hundred years old, the journal told the story of the destruction of the Old World.
Families had been slaughtered for no reason, though many had tried to flee by whatever means possible only to be cut down in their tracks by their attackers.
There were mass suicides as the alternatives were far worse, and for those wreaking havoc, they became victims of their own greed, began fighting amongst themselves, even killing their friends for what they had without consequence.
So many treasures burnt and destroyed, women, children, abused and violated, elderly menfolk left bereft, beaten and confused.
Sadly, this individual had never returned after the purging, and just had his memories for company.
Old, sick and tired, he had given up, and resigned himself to his fate.