Welcome Home, Soldier

Scott got off the Bus, picked up his duffel bag and looked around. It had been years since he’d been home. Franklin looked pretty much the same as it always had, one burger joint replaced another, a store closed and a new one opened, the gas station changed names, but it was still the same small town.

Scott hadn’t planned on ever coming back, but here he was. He looked around, hoping to see a familiar face or car, he had reached out to several people letting them know he was coming back, but it was kind of last minute, hopefully someone would show up.