Six months volunteering in a Nepalese orphanage doesn’t fill the void inside me. The wide, bright, smiles of the too thin children, the fierce hugs and the progress we have made does not make me feel whole again.
I spend the summer in the USA, teaching sports to disadvantaged children. I am surrounded by the whoops and hollers of my team mates. My heart aches with loneliness.
In Cambodia, I dedicate myself to Wildlife Conservation. The elephants stride, trunk to tail.
‘Beautiful, aren’t they.’ I turn towards the voice.
Clear amber eyes lock onto mine. My pulse skyrockets. This time, I just might stay.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.