Comfort (Flash Fiction repost)

When he was in grade school, the old rickety bus would take the dirt track past the long abandoned dwelling. It was on the return trip, when the sun was setting, that he would marvel at the golden hue of the large bricks; a wondrous glow in contrast to the scrubland. Later, as a teenager he would dirt bike out to the building to watch the bricks morph into natural beauty as the sun descended. His friends never understood what captured his mind so. For him, it was reassurance the world held breathtaking beauty; comfort in knowing he was alive.
(Comfort © Steven S. Walsky, June 29, 2012.)

This 100 word piece of flash fiction was written and originally posted for the July 6, 2012 ‘Photo Prompt’ for ‘FridayFictioneers’ posted by Madison Woods.

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