Far away from home as she knew it

Far away from home as she knew it – a short story

How far from home had she travelled?

Who knew, and in the end, who really cared as long as she’d arrived safely?

All she knew was that she had left her old world behind. The water filled, floating world inside her carrier was long gone.

This was now her home.

A new world in which to start over again, blissfully ignorant of what lay ahead.

Starting over was always like this, a bit of a thrill and yet slightly sickening at the same time.

Her old home had been comfortable, a safe place in the end but she couldn’t stay much longer.

Space in the womb had been getting a bit tight lately so she knew it was getting close to the BIG DAY but suddenly there was all this pressure and she was pulled unceremoniously from her safe cocoon.

Life would never be the same again, for her, or this new family she’d been gifted to.

She’d come a long way from being a little zygote in her carrier; she’d grown quite big feeding whenever she felt like it, doing somersaults and spinning around and around.  She’d enjoyed sending messages by kicking and pushing against the walls inside, not knowing if they’d been understood or not, but it sure had been fun!

And so now she had arrived, ready to be loved, looked after and showered with kisses.  (But only on the head, it wasn’t considered good form to kiss a new one anywhere near the mouth as germs were the new enemy on the outside!!)

Life would never be the same again, every day a new journey with unimaginable experiences to take in and store away for later in her memory bank.

Growing was the main concern, sleeping and eating now the main objectives of each day. Trying to understand what she wanted and then communicating it to her new carers, was proving difficult but it was always like this in the early days.

They’d eventually get it right, they looked bright, clever young things up for the challenge of the next few decades of looking after her.

Her new life had just begun. She’d travelled a long way to get there and she was sure going to enjoy this new stage of being.

There was only one worry and that was the strange woman who kept taking photos of her, kissing her and wanting cuddles, hopefully she’d settle down after a while….

Baby's feet
Photo by Luma Pimentel on Unsplash

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Thanks to Lorna at Gin and Lemonade for this week’s writing prompt.  I am using Ritu’s suggested name for this – Lorna’s Gin-spiring Prompt #3

The prompt, in Lorna’s words:  Since this week is a bit weird, and time is a bit weird, this week’s prompt is: How far have you travelled from home?

As I write about travel a lot, I decided to respond to this in a completely different way. I really enjoyed writing this one and I have decided that wherever possible I will call on my creative writing skills for these prompts.  It’s good to challenge yourself and move outside your comfort zone sometimes. I hope you enjoyed reading it too!

I loved the first writing and photo challenge, A sepia toned fall memory and wrote a short creative piece here, A New World Order as Autumn takes over

Please let me know what you think of my response to this prompt.  I always enjoy hearing from you and appreciate you joining the conversation.

Deb xx

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44 Replies to “Far away from home as she knew it”

  1. This is such a brilliant story for the prompt. Grandparenting is so wonderful. Prompting me to actually get to putting my own grandparent experiences into words when I get home from our current travels….? What a cool way to record your thoughts and feelings – not strange at all.

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    1. Thanks so much for your lovely comment. I really had fun with this one and it’s one of my favourite posts now 🙂 I would recommend writing your thoughts down if you can, it’s so easy to forget some things as time gets away!

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  2. This is such a lovely short story taking from the new born’s point of view, Debbie. You’ve done an excellent job in getting her world over to the reader and that of the dangers of the new world now faced with. You’ve written it so well and it does come over as if the newborn is actually telling the story. That’s a writing talent to be very proud of, especially as many writers find writing a story from the point of view of a young child as very difficult to achieve. Well done, and congratulations on becoming a proud Grandmother.

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    1. Hugh, I am absolutely thrilled to have you comment on my post. I value your opinion as an author of short stories, with a twist, so much that I am almost rendered speechless. Thank you so much for your encouragement. I could hug you 🤗

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      1. You’re very welcome, Debbie. The way you wrote this short story from the POV of the baby is amazing. I have a story in my next book along the lines of the same theme, although it’s more in the genre of comedy. I’m just about to kick off the editing this week. Your story reminded me very much of what my editor told me when she read one of my stories in my first book, although the POV in that story was from a nine-year-old girl.
        Hopefully, I’ll pick up that hug when we meet again. 😀

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  3. I love this and so will the baby girl someday…you should print it 🙂 And I’m so very sure she is going to grow to love that strange woman ♥ By the way, what name will she call you?

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