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Friday, October 23, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child with words supplied by Margaret and Sue.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.  If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
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 in fact two photographs which will appear in the correct place in my story. 

my contribution this week is Chapter Two, and Three; inspired by the words written by Lee which can be read here in the comment section of Elephant's Child's Wednesday Words post.

Chapter Two


Maisie May had been named for her great-great-grandmother and had grown up hearing the stories of the older Maisie’s vaudeville career. Her mother, Katie, still had the tattered, tasseled tambourine used in most of Maisie’s stage routines. 

From a very early age, young Maisie May had shown an aptitude and love for singing and dancing. She hadn’t migrated to Broadway, however; vaudeville wasn’t as “big” as it once was and the younger Maisie preferred a more regular income.                                                       She had become a kindergarten teacher and took great delight daily in teaching her young charges to sing and dance to the records played during Music Hour. 
To supplement this income, Maisie May also appeared in television commercials, thus satisfying her natural inclination to perform. 

When the elder Maisie passed away, her countryside home had been left to Katie, who hadn’t wanted to live away from the city, so the house had been rented out for several years. Those tenants had now moved on and the house had been empty for almost a year. Repairs were necessary and probably some upgrading too; Katie and Maisie May had discussed this at length, deciding to fix things up and sell the house. 

Chapter Three

When the school summer break was underway, Maisie May had driven to the old home and stayed in the front bedroom while going through room by room, checking off a list of things that needed to be done. 
In the elder Maisie’s bedroom, she had spied a corner of a picture frame peeking out from behind the dresser where it had fallen, probably many years ago. 
With surprise Maisie May discovered it was a photo of the elder Maisie, taken at her very first public performance, dated and signed on the back by her father. 


Maisie May dusted it off and placed it carefully into her suitcase. Katie would be very pleased to have it.

As she drove away from the old house, along the track between the trees, Maisie May glanced into the side mirror for one last look. 


She hoped a family with children would buy the old house and turn it once more into a home, with laughter, singing and dancing spreading warmth through the rooms.


 


12 comments:

  1. Such a tender story, melding the two photos. I hope a family with children buy the house and enjoy it.

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  2. One of your best--& they're ALL good!!

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  3. This is (as always) really, really good. Perhaps you and Lee have a future in collaboration.

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  4. Just wonderful how your brain thinks with such imagination. Liked your story..

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  5. The side mirror reminded me of the new cars with the cameras that show you a backward view does that mean that these mirrors are no longer needed.
    Merle..........

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  6. Oh I love the way you mixed the photos into your story. I loved it.B

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  7. I can't stay long....I'm on my way to Maisie's funeral! ;)

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  8. Susan Kane; me too; a home should be filled with happy laughing children.

    fishducky; thank you, I try to only put my best work here.

    Elephant's Child; thank you. Collaboration? Well, that would depend on where the words take us. It was just sheer luck that this week her story fed right into what I'd been thinking. It could happen again.

    Margaret-whiteangel; thank you, I do like writing things that make people happy.

    Merle; no, I think side mirrors are always needed, not every car has that rear camera fitted. I think they are still optional.

    Buttons Thoughts; I do that when the prompt is a picture, it helps the story and helps people understand why I wrote what I did.

    Lee; you're a bit late, the funeral was several years ago, but you can leave the flowers at the grave, there's a vase there. You'll recognise it easily, the headstone is a stage with curtains drawing back.

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    1. Maisie was still alive on Wednesday, River when I wrote about her!! lol

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  9. Lee; I've skipped into the future. Or one of us is time travelling.

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  10. ... great story... love the links with the past.. Hugs... Barb xxxx

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