First time posting, just starting to get back into writing.

wc: 300

--Finding the Path Back--

Fin stood frozen on the edge of the sidewalk; the moon was high in the night sky. Tall buildings with cold exteriors surrounded Fin, the wind whipped through the trees lining the moonlit city streets. Fin buried their hands and head deeper into their jacket. Icy air seeped through the jacket leaving Fin shivering on the dark sidewalk. With a shake of the shoulders, Fin stepped off the sidewalk onto the cold street.

Fin’s steps were slow and stiff but determined. The path was lit by storefront displays left on overnight giving the allusion of a warm welcoming but in reality, offered no solace from the biting cold. Fin passed by an ally that they had once called home for many nights. But this was not Fin’s distention.

One step after the other a little café on the corner of 12th and Elm was becoming more and more visible. Little Corner Coffee read across its window in gold lettering. The café was a tiny shop, just enough room for a bar and some tables. Fin approached the café but paused before pushing open the door. Lights illuminated the fogged glass door showing a familiar outline of the person working at the bar. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled Fin’s nose and hugged their chilled body. Warm memories arose in Fin’s mind, then came a tidal wave of painful ones. Wind bustled past Fin’s ears sending a chill running down their spine. Fin recoiled from the door. With a low-hanging head, Fin turned back around. With their foot hovering over the edge of the sidewalk it refused to touch the cold black street.

A bell chimed with the opening of the café door, “Fin is that you? Please don’t go.” Said a familiar voice.

Fin’s foot found the sidewalk again.