Some in his line of work never knew where they belonged, as they were shuffled around more frequently than most. Others were the first to admit that they felt at home wherever the biggest paycheck was, as anything else was just an empty name or useless title. But to him, home was never out of sight, so none of those worries ever rattled him. On the brightest days or blackest nights, all Cipher had to do since he could remember was simply look up, and know that there in the sky was where he belonged.
Such was the nest of the Demon Lord.
Entry #1 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. The prompt is “Home”, something some of us are very much removed from.
Also, this one is kind of cheating as it is the opening to a chapter in one of my stories titled “Lone Wolf Association” Slightly modified for use here to get the context down in five sentences
Still, I hope you all enjoy.