She never had a home.
Not as an infant, left in soiled diapers. Or as a child, drawing pictures on the dusty floor of her closet.
Not even when they took her to a real house with her own bedroom, a kitchen that had food in it, and two grownups who tucked her in at night.
She was broken.
Filled with so much shame she felt stuffed. Like a guilty scarecrow with clean clothes.
Maybe they rescued the wrong girl. Maybe if they had gotten her out when she was younger. Maybe then, she’d feel at home here.
June 22, 2016 prompt: Home – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about home. What is it? How does it impact a character? Explore the idea of home from any spark that creates a story.