Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXV: Prose.
Spill your heart and guts out. What do you love about Prose (if anything), what do you loathe? Something's got to give. 50-100 words, 5-10 entries.
The Invitation
Beyond the tall reeds, in clear view sits a humble abode where an old woman smiles wide while stirring her pots of comfort food, whistling a song I long to hear.
Out of range, even when I begin to walk away, somehow her words still reach me. The message is clear.
"Come home and I will feed you. You will always have a seat at my table, a place to rest, a place to break bread with all of us, but most of all, a place to satisfy your hunger."
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