A 111 words long flash fiction about the sea
|It had been a few of your weeks since I had written the letter.|
I looked around. I was back again. People said I was seeing the world with different eyes. "You have a point," I replied each time.
I was clearly different from the people here. My social skills were not as strong, and one or two times I felt lonelier than on the island.
But man is adaptable - so was I. I learned to think and feel like you. It was difficult. Sometimes I asked myself: What sense does this make? What is the meaning of this?
Nevertheless, one thing was clear to me: I had returned to stay.