FLASH FICTION PROMPT
The place of no return.
How do you know it, if that's where you come back to?
Isn't it usually that spot where you've been before and you came back from the edge, having teetered over and kissed death, deciding that for your newborn arms and legs, it was best to come crawling back to life and resting in the false embrace of half-hearted securities?
It's that place where you can't go, because it hurts too much and only when it hurts can you know that's where you ought to be.