Intervention

(c) Barbara W. Beacham

Where did they go?

The red bricks against green hill, the brilliant blue of the morning sky catch his attention. While he’s lost in the beauty of his surroundings, he feels content. What a good decision to come here. Life’s good.

The backpack tormenting his shoulders reminds him it isn’t. He hasn’t trekked to the middle of nowhere to admire the scenery. He chooses a spot by the ruins to make the most of the little shade it provides and pitches the tent.

He’ll prove there’s no need for an intervention. Mel will come home with Myra.

If only he knew where they went.

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Written for this week’s MFtS.

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