On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge 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?
Here is my story:
The air smelled of sunshine; warm, soft and sweet. It was a smell Katy remembered well and if she closed her eyes she would be ten years old again, standing by the front porch with her little suitcase, waiting for Grandma Pauline to open the door.
Every summer of her childhood since she was three, Katy had spent right here with Gram and Pop.
Now, here she was again standing by the front porch, drinking in the scents and sights of the lemon-scented wattles, the honeysuckle curving over the porch railing, the bright grevilleas, the gauras that danced gaily in the slightest breeze.
For a few moments, Katy recalled the many tea parties she and Gram had held on the grass under the trees, with Gram's cupcakes and all Katy's dolls and teddies.
Over in the corner by the fence was the purple buddleia that she and Pop had planted. Sadly overgrown now and in need of pruning. Katy's eyes filled with tears as she realised that would be her job now.
Pop had died soon after Katy had left for London. A "Gap Year" they called it, a working or touring holiday between finishing Uni and settling down to her chosen career. But Katy had loved London so much, she'd stayed more than three years; until the phone call from Mum. Gram had died peacefully in her sleep and could Katy please come home?
Just like that, London was over and Katy wanted nothing more than to be home again.
After Gram's funeral, the will had been read and no one at all was surprised to find that Gram had left her cottage to Katy. And here she was, standing by the front porch, Gram's big old-fashioned key in her hand.
Katy wiped away the few tears, stepped to the door and turned the key in the lock. She was home.