A fatal fate

"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who's terrified of wanting something she may never get"

~ Joanna Hoffman.

For the first time in years of seeking sanctuary other places, home felt like its name. The bare grains of sand have been covered with interlocking blocks leaving little spaces for the ornamental plants her mother had purchased of recent. The backyard was weeded out, a small structure erected behind and she guessed its purpose was to serve as a dumping place for the many garbages they were to burn.

Home smelt good. Home was clean. She didn't count the days till she'll run from it.