Troglodyte – (Weekly Writing Prompt #189)
I love living here on the outskirts of Weymouth. I think, it is creeping into the 21st century but not without some creaking and groaning. I’m not saying that we are backward troglodytes here in deepest, darkest Dorset, but I can’t say we embrace change with open arms either.
We seem to lose our kids, after they go off to college, in search of excitement and their pot of gold. Then, they return, only at Christmas or … when they want to settle down in this nice sleepy, seaside town to bring up their own children.
(95-Word, Micro-Story)
Post inspired by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #189 – Troglodyte. Do click through for the rules if you too, would like to join in.
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Sorry, no, this is all you. Weymouth *is* a backwater 🤣🤣🤣
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🤪 I may resemble that remark!!! 🤣
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I live in a literal ghost town in northeastern Colorado. When I was in my late teens or early 20s I would have thought such a thing was a fate worse than death. At this point, I have no intention of ever moving back to the city.
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Our economists seem to want to keep the kids here. I think that so long as they want to come back with all that expertise then that’s not a bad thing. 🤗
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Not everyone is made for more simple living. And it sounds as if you are very happy there 🙂 The type of place I like to visit.
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To be fair Dale it’s not too bad. 🤗
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I don’t doubt that at all! 😊
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Sounds like my single life in a quiet little town in Sussex. It suits me!
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I used to live in Sussex – it even quieter here! 🤣 … except for the 6 weeks of the school holidays!!!
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