Every Friday writers from around the world contribute 100 word stories prompted by a photograph supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to Friday Fictioneers. Everyone is welcome to contribute and we love comments on our stories.
The Prodigal’s Return
For two years The Reverend had hounded Jon to visit his mother. Jon was three years clean now, and a lifetime-in-hell older. He didn’t blame his old lady for kicking him out; she’d have ended up in hospital otherwise.
Now, in his old street, the corner store was boarded up and the newsagent’s was a strip joint. His mother’s proud marble steps reeked of urine.
His fingers shook as he searched through the papers stuck under the door: Kmart brochures, a flyer for graffiti removal, a gas bill addressed to a stranger.
Funny thing, though. This place finally felt like home.