#Fridayflash: Yearn

We are aching for the real thing

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Pei hated her new home. She hated the dry sand and the harsh winds. She hated the dust and the dirt. She longed for - she paused, wondering what she truly longed for. It wasn't the wet and the cold, surely. She'd complained enough about those. Maybe she just longed for the familiarity of the thing. She just didn't know how anything worked here, if they did at all.
Give it time, Alan had said. She had. She had given it one year, two months and four days. It st...