On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, 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, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
we also have..."indignant night when first the light of dawn doth break", which sounds rather Shakespearean to me. I'll put that on the back burner for now.
Here is my story:
Christy's face wore a petulant expression as she carried the bucket of sloppy scraps to the pigpen.
Just last week there'd been a raging fight with Mum about always being the one to do this job. Why couldn't Sandy or Bob take a turn? They were big enough to carry a bucket now, they were eight and nine years old for gosh sakes!
Christy slowed as she passed Mum's spring flower bed, a large patch of dark loamy soil showing many new spikes of green where the unidentified bulbs were coming up.
No one knew what they would be until the flowers bloomed.
Mum had tried a new planting method this year.
Four dozen mixed bulbs were placed in the basket and thrown onto the patch, then buried wherever they landed. A week later, mum threw another four dozen.
Spring would be a surprise this year!
Turning towards the pigpen, Christy noticed with pleasure a rainbow stretching over the field, from the barn to the Douglas Firs on the hill behind. Her joy was ephemeral however, the rainbow fading as quickly as she walked.
After tossing the scraps into the trough, Christy reached through the fence to give Punky a good scratch behind the ears.
She loved that and Christy thought she deserved it. Punky had recently delivered six healthy young piglets. With those and the seven delivered by Ruby last month, Dad now had enough to sell as well as keeping a couple for the table.