Friday 7 May 2021

100 Words: The front porch with the ever changing view

Every three days we move.  In space and in time.  If you aren’t in the house you stay behind.  We learned that rule the hard way.  Then we learned to read and remember the positions of heavenly bodies on arrival.  And then we learned ways to survive.  Many grim.


In deserts, by streams, up mountains, jungle and forest clearings, we’ve seen it all.  Never is the view the same twice.  All landscapes, all peoples.  Surviving them is often the hard part.


Will it ever stop?  We don’t know.  Will we ever find a place to stay?  Only the future knows.



Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 



PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz