On Wednesdays, Delores, from A Feathered Nest has a meme which she calls
"Words for Wednesday".
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, if we are able.
Sometimes I look at her words and nothing at all comes to mind.
1. incline 1. valentine
2. recline 2. engine
3. divine 3. pine
4. bovine 4. enshrine
5. ravine 5. leonine
6. machine 6. clandestine
Here is my (slightly longer) short story:
It was Valentine's Day and I was reclining in the old rocker under the pine trees, near the spot where Alice had recently enshrined our beloved Leo, so named because of his large leonine head. A big ginger tom, he'd been almost 25 years old when...............
"Dad! Dad!" My thoughts were interrupted by my sons racing up the incline towards the house.
"That stupid bovine has fallen into the ravine! That Big Red! I don't know how she got through the fence," gasped 26 year old Dave all in one breath.
Sager, older, Jack just nodded, said "yup, Big Red wandered away from the herd again."
Dave caught his breath as we all walked up to the machinery shed where the big tractor with the winch was kept. Both boys climbed up as I started the engine, then we drove down to the edge of the ravine where they'd heard the cow mooing.
As we looked over, I thanked the Lord for his divine intervention; he'd provided a wide, scrub-covered ledge just a few metres down and Big Red, as we fondly called her, was now resting on it seemingly without a care in the world.
We were all glad to see our best milker unhurt, and Jack offered to go down with the winch and buckle her into the harness so that Dave could handle the controls and bring her up slowly.
Alice always said Big Red's milk made the sweetest butter.
We studied the ground around the edge, wondering what clandestine patch of sweet feed Big Red had been heading for so close to the edge.