PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Each time she saw the cliff looming over the shore, she though of a loaf of bread rising in the oven.
Of course, bread was not covered in a crinkly blanket of green. Still, the image warmed her heart with its sense of home. For nearly 21 years, she had opened her eyes to that cliff. It was like a faithful old friend, steadfast, reliable, unchanging–until the earthquake that destroyed everything.
All that was left now was devastation.
She wondered where she would ever find home again.