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Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

Looking for a weekly prompt? This is a good one.

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

If you know where it was taken, please keep it to yourself to let imaginations play. 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 21stAugust and link back to this 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.

As I will be away from the computer for a few days, reblogs, comments and acknowledgements may be delayed.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through. They do need to be approved manually before they show, but to be sure,  please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know…

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Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green hill against a misty, grey sky. Across the top of the hill strides a strangely proportioned figure. His head is bowed and he is carrying a staff.

John and Susan (Rough Housing Part 5)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

At the bottom of the hill, John and Susan are wrestling each other and roughhousing as they usually are unless they happen to be locked into a lip-lock and romantic hug. They are at the age where they are still roughhousing around more than kissing, but one never knows what they will be doing next. They still like an occasional kiss during their roughhousing.

During each day’s journey, one never knows what they are going to be doing next. Today they happen to be roughhousing rather than into romantic kisses. Maybe later things will change. Suddenly John stops and stares up the hill. What in the world was that striding across the top of the hill? He sits down and pulls Susan down onto his lap and points.

“Look, what is that?”

“Susan, stop squirming and look at the top of the hill.”

“What John? Why must you always talk?”

“Susan, I am telling you to look at the top of the hill. What do you see?”

Susan looks up and notes a dark figure striding across the top of the hill. “Wow, that is strange. It doesn’t look human even.”

“What do you think I was trying to tell you?”

“Whatever it is, it is striding rapidly like he’s on an important journey, but it doesn’t look real. If I had to guess I would say someone was on the other side holding up a cardboard figure.”

“That is a good guess! I wonder if one of our friends is playing games with us. Some of my friends would play a silly game like that.”

Susan whispered to him and then they both raced up the hill to the figure. Sure, enough it was a cardboard figure of a man, but not drawn and cut out very well and two of John’s friends were each holding a leg that was secured by thin strips of wood trying to keep it sturdy.

“Oh, you two! Don’t you have anything better to do?” Both boys blushed.

“Sorry John, we were bored and you two are always together now.”

Now John and Susan blushed. “Aw man, we are just trying to have some fun together. I didn’t mean to avoid you all the time, but Susan kisses better!”

Susan blushed but didn’t say a word.

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.