Welcome back to another WDYS prompt
Our Sister Sadje at Keepitalive says: Do these pictures inspire you to write something?
This image shows a Yellow Warbler singing from a sunlit branch during spring migration at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area on the southern shore of Lake Erie, Ohio.
This image shows a man standing by a large glass window, perhaps in an office or a hotel. He is looking out the window, his hands behind his back. He is dressed in a formal suit. There is a desk and chair near the window.
Rules;
- You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
- Write an original story, poem or a caption.
- There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
- If you post a response before next Sunday, I will be able to add it to my roundup post.
- I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
- It is always helpful if you can give your post/story/poem a title.
- There are issues with pingbacks in WordPress these days. So please paste a link of your post in the comments section so that I don’t miss anyone in the roundup post.
Here is my entry.
You can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the Boy.
In his mind’s eye Greg saw pines, streams and snow… in reality his view was a sprawling city that spread out before and below him. The sounds of Peru deadened through the triple glazing couldn’t quite reach him. No his inner ear had shut it out and all he heard was the mountain sounds of his home outside Whistler.
What had triggered this, he wondered. Was it the trill of the little bird outside on his window ledge. The sight of it had taken him home to the cold chill of his high mountain home.
Yes this yellow warbler had wiped away years of silence , and so many miles.
He looked closely at the bird resting on the balcony of this South American city and slowly he turned into the dull hotel room.
Picking up his mobile phone he dialed and listened.
“Hey mom it’s me, Greg. Yes it’s been a while “
“Greg! it’s been five years. How are you?” said the voice as beautiful as the warbler’s trill.
Its never too late.
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