“Finally, a safe place to call my own.” Crystal breathed a sigh of relief as she unpacked her last box and looked around at her new home. “It’s beautiful!”
Proud of her work, she headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As the brush ran through her hair she felt such calmness.
Suddenly she heard a noise and something caught her eye in the mirror. Frightened, she bent forward to get a closer look.
In the reflection, outside the window, were the dark eyes that had followed her for so many years. His eyes.
“Max! I can’t believe you found me!”
Crystal’s dog jumped up on the window, panting and wagging his tail. Her furry friend had come home.
Home is where the heart is.
This post is in response to the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.
Write a complete story in 100 words or less, using the photo for inspiration.