Oh thanks Sue! This one was made for me!

Thursday photo prompt – Lights #writephoto

Home.
How he yearned for Home, and the comfort only his wife could bring.
The sweet aroma of home cooking and fresh bread.
He could almost smell it, taste it now.
He could see the lights ahead beyond the bridge.
Just as it had always been, just as he remembered.
How long had it been? Ten years, twenty?
His children would be grown now.

Alone he had travelled.
No choice, but to get in the boat and cast off all those years ago.
He had foraged along the river banks, kept out of sight by hunting at night.
He left no mark of his passing, covered his tracks and disposed of any rubbish.
Nothing was left to chance of his discovery.
He became a ghost, a fugitive, but it was not of his making.
Having come…