Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt. If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.
Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) on Wednesday each week, and link back to the prompt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Roth was having a birthday party with all his school chums. He thought it was silly to have a party at his age, but his mother insisted, and you didn’t tell his mother no.
His mother had set up a schedule of several different types of games, some for the girls, some for the boys and some for both. She didn’t want anyone left out.
Roth was sulking and after saying hello to all of his guests he disappeared. His parents searched the grounds, calling out his name. There was no response.
The house was huge, and his parents gathered the servants together and had them start to search the house. When he hadn’t turned up there, his father took the servants and the gardeners and had them search the property. They had a huge property and it would take a while to search it. His father kept the search going while his mom told the guests that something had come up and that she had to send them home and so they took turns calling their parents to come get them.
Once the last guest had left, his mother who was now getting quite upset, joined the search. They were extending the search to the outer edges of the property which contained several lakes. Her worst fear concerned those lakes. Roth didn’t know how to swim and why he would be out here instead of at his party was concerning, but possibly true. As they approached the lakes, they saw something floating in one. His father dived into the water and headed for what appeared to be a body. Turning it over he realized it was just a large stump floating there. Relief momentarily flooded him, but then he became terrified again. Where was his son?
They all headed back to the house and there on the front lawn eating his birthday cake, was Roth. “Where have you been,” his mother and father shouted.
“In the secret room grandpa had showed me before he died. I hide in there a lot.”
“Go to your room, we will have a long talk about this later after I help your mother and the maids clean up this mess and we decide how to punish you. You gave us a terrible scare.”
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian