The word prompt is “place.”


Every year or so, Perdida packed up and moved. Sometimes her search took her across country, other times, a few miles away. Some cities came close to what she was looking for–almost, but not quite. Always, something was missing.

It seemed, at times, that such a place did not exist—not for Perdida.

She came that close to giving up…

But kept on trying.

When people asked exactly what it was she was looking for, she’d say she’d know it when she found it.

Years passed and the search continued.

And continued.

All she wanted was to go home.