by John Xero
The moonlit mist whirled in ragged, agitated eddies as Elijah stumbled onwards, a single word tolling through his mind:
A longing. An ache. An imperative.
He walked through a vast, dark ribcage of shattered buildings.
Yellow light lanced from an opening door.
“Elijah! My God, man, you’re alive.”
“It worked, Elijah. We’ve not seen the alien scum in days.”
“Home enough. God, you’re a bloody hero.”
Home enough for the last vestiges of humankind, Elijah remembered.
He remembered the aliens breaking him too, infecting him, and sending him home, a viral monster boiling beneath his skin.
Author bio: John Xero believes few words have as many connotations as ‘home.’ Home is past, present, and future. Home is comfort, pride, and belonging. Home is familiar stories, characters, and friends. Home is family.
Home is part of 101 Fiction issue 17.