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:
Here is my story:
As the days and weeks went on, Felix had many revelations.
The calming pleasure of listening to water tumble over the rocky creek bed as he sat on the back porch at the end of a summer day, Gladiator dozing at his feet after chasing through the fields all day.
The rapture of sunrises and sunsets, captured on film at just that perfect moment of gloriousness.
Evening stars, diamond bright against the indigo sky.
The immense satisfaction of once again using real film instead of digital images.
He’d finally finished setting up his new darkroom, he’d learned long ago that he enjoyed developing his own prints, selecting the paper, watching the images emerge in the developer trays.
The day he saw the sparrow was particularly satisfying. For years Felix had watched sparrows in the city streets, hopping about the feet of diners at outdoor cafes, picking up crumbs of foods that weren’t at all suitable, cake, bread, doughnuts.
Then one day, coming home after photographing the wildflowers in his field, Felix saw a sparrow on the low stone fence that bordered the creek.
He quickly snapped a photo then watched to see what the bird did and where it went.
He was delighted to see it foraging for insects and worms, then retreating to the safety of a shrub down by the water. Felix hoped the sparrow had a nest and family there. This was how birds should live.