Winter Hideout

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

I knew I was finally home when I saw the lights. I only saw the lights because I had finally had the courage to confront my past. And the first way I knew how to confront my past was to come back where all the drama started. I knew my aunt wouldn’t answer my phone calls, but I needed to know the truth. I needed to know why she did what she did. And I knew the cold air would clear her mind and the bourbon would loosen her lips. I would finally know everything. Once and for all. 

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