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 Drifting Through Life.
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. We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
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:
"living alone and lonely in damp little cottages"
Here is my story:
Lizzie, Fee and me had been together since day one of first grade.
Beautiful Lizzie Townsend, brilliant Fiona Orlando and me, plain Mary Brown.
We had bonded immediately and stood as one throughout infant school, primary school and high school. There'd been a few challenges along the way, but the bond held firm.
Now we were facing University, determining which paths our eventual careers would take.
We weren't worried about Fee at all, she'd be an expert at whatever she chose to do. An ace mathematician, Fee was going to study business accounting, business management and wanted to become an auditor and/or accountant. Knowing her, she'd do both and do them well.
Lizzie was going to study ecological sciences and make the world a healthier place for future generations. She had enrolled already in several classes and was buying notebooks and pencils by the dozen.
Me? I was concerned about a different group of people.
Those who had fallen beyond the radar of modern social services, who seemed to be focused mainly on the working classes, those able to be taxed. I planned to sneak through their ranks as an unnoticed junior social worker and develop a portfolio of the elderly.
The ones who had survived wars and depressions and now barely survived, living alone and lonely in damp little cottages, often ill and /or disabled, without many of the resources available to the rest of the population.
They deserved our respect and help, after all, without them, we wouldn't be here now.
Someone had to fight for them, someone had to speak up and that someone would be me. Mary Brown.