This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Week 233. Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt…
Standing at the junction of memory lane, he stared at the graffitis adorning the southern wall of the old warehouse.
He could almost smell the fresh paint wafting from the walls, as the ghosts of his childhood friends’ laughter lightly lingered in the air.
He may have followed his dreams to the city, but nostalgia had driven him back to his old town.