PROMPT: The truth about love.
He raised a
calloused hand, weathered by age and hard work, to shield his eyes from the sun
and cast a weary glance far into the distance.
Though the
days had stretched into years, he knew that some day he would see the figure
moving toward him — that familiar gait, though perhaps a little slower for the
passage of time — but there he would be… coming home at long last.
Every day
the old man stood at the end of his driveway and watched the dusty road with
that one hope.
Some day…
perhaps today… the prodigal son would return.
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Very touching. I hope he comes home soon. Love like that lasts forever.
ReplyDeleteMmm, that's true love, right there! The love of a parent is something I can't entirely fathom, but I'm thankful for it!
ReplyDeleteSad. I wonder what has happened to the son. . .
ReplyDeleteNot what I was expecting. I like the take on a parent's love for this one.
ReplyDeleteSo powerful, and such a different take on the prompt. I really love this. You captured the feelings of the father so intensely, you've made me long for the son's return as well.
ReplyDeleteI feel for the father watching, but because the son doesn't know how much he is loved, I feel for him too.
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