#writephoto — The Prodigal Son

After Richard graduated from high school, he realized that, unless he followed in the footsteps of all the males in his family for generations, he had no prospects for employment in the small company town in West Virginia. He could not abide by the thought of working in the coal mine, the town’s only real employer for able-bodied young men.

Richard’s departure had been sudden and unexpected to all but himself. Even though he didn’t know where he would go or what he would do, he did know that he needed to embark on his journey of self-discovery. And so Richard quietly packed up his meager belongings and disappeared before dawn one morning.

He figured that no one would miss him. He was, after all, a loner. He had few friends and even his parents complained that he had been a cold, aloof child. He was never quite sure if he was that way because it was just in his nature to keep his distance from others or if he acted that way because that’s how everyone told him he was. In the end, though, it didn’t matter. He left and didn’t look back.

Although he vowed that he would never return, Richard found himself standing on the ridge of the hill looking down at the small town where he had been born and raised. It was hard for him to believe that five whole years had passed since he’d last been to the place he used to call home.

During his absence, Richard had finally discovered who he was. He was still a loner, still aloof, but now he was okay with being that way. Those were the characteristics that gave him the self-sufficiency and confidence to make it on his own. And now it was time for the prodigal son to go home for a long overdue homecoming. It was time to reintroduce himself to his family.

If they would have him.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The idea is to use the photo above and this week’s prompt word, “return,” to write our story. And speaking of return, I’m so happy that Sue is feeling well enough, after having been seriously ill, to return to posting brand new #writephoto prompts.

SoCS — French Cooking

Anita adjourned the Zoom meeting with her team of reporters after giving them their marching orders for when she and her husband went on their two week vacation in France. She walked out of her home office and into the kitchen, where Kevin was preparing dinner.

“Bonjour, Anita,” Kevin greeted Anita as she joined him in the kitchen, “comment allez-vous?”

“Ah, I see you’re practicing your French for our sojourn to France,” Anita said.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to brush up, as I haven’t spoken the language much since I took a year of French in high school,” Kevin explained.

“That will be helpful once we start our journey across the French countryside,” Anita said. “And speaking about our journey, I’m going to be keeping a journal of our trip so we will remember all of the details.”

“That makes sense,” Kevin said, “since you are the journalist in our family.”

“Yes, that’s what I am,” Anita said, as she went over and kissed her husband on his cheek. “Mmm, something smells good. What’s on the menu tonight?”

“The meal du jour is Bouillabaisse, a traditional Provençal fish stew originating from the port city of Marseille,” Kevin said.

“Say that to me in French and I’ll be really impressed,” Anita said.

“Le repas du jour est la Bouillabaisse, un ragoût de poisson traditionnel Provençal originaire de la ville portuaire de Marseille,” Kevin said.

“Très bien. Tu es tellement sexy,” Anita said, giving her husband a hug from behind.


Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are asked to find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. I found a few! I don’t speak French so I used Google Translate for the few French sentences I included in this post. I hope, for those of you who do speak French, the translations make sense.

The End of the Road

He was quite charismatic
He referred to himself as “Father”
He offered all of us lost souls
The promise of utopia.
He painted an amazing picture
Of a journey to everlasting paradise
All we had to do was
Follow him
Unconditionally
He said, “Don’t be a chicken
And so we did follow him
We drank the Kool-Aid
Quite literally
To the end of the road


Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (promise), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (utopia), Ragtag Daily Prompt (paint), Word of the Day Challenge (amazing), and The Daily Spur (chicken).

In Other Words — The Journey

Needle in a HaystackTrying to find out who you are is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

You never take off your mask or lift up your veil.

You hide the real you from me while revealing only the person you want me to see and to believe you to be.

And worse yet, you’re hiding who you really are from yourself, as well.

Won’t you let me walk by your side in your journey down the path of self-discovery?


In other words Written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the word “discovery.” Photo credit: S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay.