The Prodigal Son – Friday Fictioneers and Whirligig 7

THIS WEEK’S WORDS: prodigal, treasure, sun, tavern, longing, find, grieving, candles, gravel, rushing, learn, roar

PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford
PROMPT -© Marie Gail Stratford

The prodigal son is returning to his old home
He heads towards the next tavern to find a drink
He met some friends and learns that his father’s dying
Longing to hold him one more time before it’s too late
He rushes to his house and walks on the gravel path
Empty livestock shacks, silo standing where it always is
This used to be his family’s treasure, the sun slowly sets
His mother’s grieving, his father had just passed away
The son roars in grief, his mother sees him and blesses him
The prodigal son then lights some candles for his father’s soul
(103 words)

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/05/13/15-may-2015/
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.de/2015/05/whirligig-7.html

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