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Prodigal
A sequel to Terminus
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: return
Special condition: 365-word limit (between the lines)
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“Excuse me, Ma’am.” Alicia McIntyre glanced up from her e-book, and the butler said, “There is someone who wishes to speak to you. He is waiting in the main hall.”
“Who is it, Emerson?”
The terrier allowed his usual imperturbable expression to slip a bit. “He would not say, Ma’am.”
The raccoon sow frowned before setting her tablet aside and getting to her feet. The spires and domes of Columbia, the country’s capital loomed in the distance, framed in the picture window and limned by the mid-morning sunshine.
A young raccoon boar wearing a cheap, off-the-rack suit stood with his back to the stairs, studying an Oriental vase. His paws were scrupulously behind his back and he was staying about two feet away from the plinth. His sand-blonde headfur was pulled back into a braided knot at the nape of the neck, the current fashion among the moneyed set.
“Good morning,” the sow said as she descended the stairs. “May I . . . “ Her voice trailed away as he turned to face her. “Allan?” she breathed.
Allan McIntyre smiled. “Hello, Mother.”
Alicia McIntyre was – well, a lady never tells her age, but whatever figure she used as a defense wasn’t a match for the speed in which she ran down the stairs and into her only son’s open arms. She hugged him tightly, kissing and nuzzling him before stepping back, tears in her eyes. “Let me look at you! You look fit. Where have you been the past two years?”
“Here and there,” the young boar said. “Last time I made contact, I was in Owendale, remember?” His mother nodded. “I got a job on a fishing boat, and . . . I met a girl,” he said with a shy, almost embarrassed smile.
“A girl? Are you married? Do you have children?”
He took his mother’s paws in his as he shook his head. “Her name’s Lynette Rivers.”
“Oh?”
“No family you’ll know, Mother, but she’s a good girl, from a good family.”
“But – not married? No children?”
Her only son and the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the country grinned. “She wants to meet you and Father first.”
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end
A sequel to Terminus
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: return
Special condition: 365-word limit (between the lines)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“Excuse me, Ma’am.” Alicia McIntyre glanced up from her e-book, and the butler said, “There is someone who wishes to speak to you. He is waiting in the main hall.”
“Who is it, Emerson?”
The terrier allowed his usual imperturbable expression to slip a bit. “He would not say, Ma’am.”
The raccoon sow frowned before setting her tablet aside and getting to her feet. The spires and domes of Columbia, the country’s capital loomed in the distance, framed in the picture window and limned by the mid-morning sunshine.
A young raccoon boar wearing a cheap, off-the-rack suit stood with his back to the stairs, studying an Oriental vase. His paws were scrupulously behind his back and he was staying about two feet away from the plinth. His sand-blonde headfur was pulled back into a braided knot at the nape of the neck, the current fashion among the moneyed set.
“Good morning,” the sow said as she descended the stairs. “May I . . . “ Her voice trailed away as he turned to face her. “Allan?” she breathed.
Allan McIntyre smiled. “Hello, Mother.”
Alicia McIntyre was – well, a lady never tells her age, but whatever figure she used as a defense wasn’t a match for the speed in which she ran down the stairs and into her only son’s open arms. She hugged him tightly, kissing and nuzzling him before stepping back, tears in her eyes. “Let me look at you! You look fit. Where have you been the past two years?”
“Here and there,” the young boar said. “Last time I made contact, I was in Owendale, remember?” His mother nodded. “I got a job on a fishing boat, and . . . I met a girl,” he said with a shy, almost embarrassed smile.
“A girl? Are you married? Do you have children?”
He took his mother’s paws in his as he shook his head. “Her name’s Lynette Rivers.”
“Oh?”
“No family you’ll know, Mother, but she’s a good girl, from a good family.”
“But – not married? No children?”
Her only son and the heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the country grinned. “She wants to meet you and Father first.”
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Raccoon
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 46.8 kB
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