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Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to fire the creative juices and get us writing...anything....  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (she of the new kitty) (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in...use the words or just be inspired by them, write prose or poetry, fact or fiction, write today or any day at all.  The great thing is there are no rules and the people participating leave kind comments.

This weeks prompt words:
puffing, candles, confused, fishing, supreme, almost
and/or
eight, despicable, banner, shave, flowers and frowning.

here we go:

Grace was confused.  It seemed someone was singing Happy Birthday to her.  Eight candles on a pink and white cake.  Yes, that was right she thought.  Making a supreme effort and puffing as hard as she could she almost blew them all out.  One more and she could rest.  She was so tired.  Why was she so tired?  There, it went out.  The blessed soothing velvet blackness surrounded her once more.
Frowning she squinted as the light once again penetrated her vision.  There was her Daddy having a shave in the makeshift campground the family had set up after the fire had taken their family home. 
“We’ll go fishing for our dinner Sunshine,” he said, “and you can pick some flowers for Mommy while Kenny and I clean our catch.”  Grace shook her head and winced at the pain.  Something wasn’t right.  What was it?  Kenny, Kenny died in a farm accident a long time ago.  She wasn’t a little kid anymore.  She’d reached the banner age of 75 just this past July.
She forced herself to think clearly, realised where she was and once again struggled to rise.  This time she made it to a sitting position and leaned back against the rough cellar wall.  “How was she going to get herself out of this despicable  mess?” she wondered.
“More to the point,” a gusty voice beside her said, “is how you got into this mess in the first place.”
“Oh Lordie” Grace moaned, “now I’m hearing voices.”

A cool and soothing draft passed across her burning forehead.

8 comments:

  1. As I said on River's blog, Delores....very well done. :)

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  2. My goodness Delores, I am always impressed with how well you write these stories.

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  3. Hi Delores,

    As per usual, a superbly crafted story. Well done and thanks.

    Gary

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  4. Thanks everyone for your kind words...as usual, much appreciated.

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  5. gosh that really leaves you thinking about old age, doesn't it! well done :)

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  6. Wow, wow, wow! Fantastic! You really made these words work perfectly for the story.

    I wrote a little piece and just put it on River's blog today. Seems I should do these on Wednesdays if I want to play with the group, eh? :)

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    1. Oh no.....you can write any day at all......that's part of the true joy of the whole thing...use the words or not, any day you like, mix and match.....no rules just fun.

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