Flash Fiction # 652 -- Leaving Home

 

Della stopped and reconsidered her decision. Wasn't she too old for running away from home?  Maybe so, but even her father told her to leave Northwood. Once mother had gone to market, he'd helped her pack, given her a few more coins, and sent her off with a wavering smile.

There were few places to go that were any better than Northwood. -- at least in the human world. She pushed away from the ancient, vast pine where she'd paused and tapped on the wood.  A window opened into a magical land and Della stepped forward, her hands reaching for home.