My mother rolled her eyes and said the realtor saw me coming. My father just shook his head and muttered something about how he always knew I was crazy. My younger brother took one look at the photo of the small lot I’d purchased, with is scruffy grass, lack of trees, and crumbling building, and proceeded to laugh and laugh. I didn’t care what they thought. To me, that tiny piece of land represented freedom, solitude, and a brand new start, the very things I needed in order to put the past behind me.
This week's photo prompt courtesy of Madison Woods
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