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Friday, December 30, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. angel
2. lullaby
3. condition
4. sad
5. melt
6. crocodile

and/or:

1. formula
2. honeydew
3. bumble
4. sticky
5. hoax
6. felon

Here is my story:

Sarah Carmichael sat beside the hospital bed, wringing her handkerchief, tears dripping from sad eyes, landing silently on her crocodile skin handbag. It was a while before she was able to speak, her voice low and slow. 

"When I got the phone call saying you had been found, I thought it was a hoax at first. There's been so many calls that were false sightings, but then the Officer put that felon on the line. He'd been found with you, but he was conscious and able to speak. Badly injured, but okay. Not half dead and unconscious like you Virginia. His condition is nowhere near as bad as yours. He hasn't said where Gavin is; it's possible he doesn't know. Michelle is in a ward downstairs, sedated and sleeping. She was so hysterical at the news, I really hope Gavin is found soon too." 

Fresh tears poured forth as Sarah sobbed into an already sodden handkerchief. The nurse on duty in the intensive care ward heard the crying and brought a fresh box of tissues for Sarah. She patted her gently on the shoulder for a moment, asking was there anything she could get for her, anyone she could call?

Sarah shook her head wordlessly and the nurse, Carrie, left to get another jug of water for the room; Sarah would need to drink something soon, she'd been sitting beside the bed since just after midnight and it was now past ten in the morning. Carrie would watch and when Sarah drank some water, she would bring her a sandwich and some fruit. It was summer and there was fresh honeydew melon, grapes and strawberries down in the kitchens.

After drying her eyes and face again, Sarah spoke once more to Virginia.  "I remember the day you were born," she began. "The sweetest angel ever sent to Earth you were, with a smile that could melt a heart. I wasn't able to feed you, so bottles of formula were prepared at first, then another mother on the ward donated some of her breast milk for you and you thrived on that. We became friends, Michelle and I, and her baby boy, Gavin, became your best friend. We took turns singing a lullaby to you both each night as the sun went down."

Sarah sat up straighter and seemed to collect herself before going on.

"You and Gavin were fifteen when you disappeared. That felon in the Police Station has told how he coaxed you both into his car, said he could get you to the beach much faster than walking and you'd have time for sticky chicken wings and ice creams before taking the sunset photos you were planning on. I'll never know why you got into that car, you both knew the dangers. You could have run away." Sarah choked up a bit and sobbed new tears. 
"Anyway, here you are at last, it's been seven years and you've changed so much, but I'd know my angel anywhere, no matter how she looks now. I've brought your favourite baby toy," she said, placing a worn, stuffed bumble bee under one of Virginia's hands. 
"They've said you might not wake up, you're suffering malnutrition and have been using drugs. I see the needle tracks on your arms. I don't care about any of that, I just want you to wake up and see a face that loves you. And maybe you know what happened to Gavin and where he is."
 Carrie came back in and coaxed Sarah to drink some water, then left again to bring some food, after first checking the beeping machines surrounding Virginia. Returning with a sandwich and a plate of sliced fruits, Carrie tried to sound cheerful as she reminded Sarah there didn't seem to be any reason for Virginia not waking, perhaps her mind and body just needed time.
"If I wheel in another bed, would you lie down and get some rest Mrs Carmichael?" she said.
"Please, call me Sarah," she replied. "I don't think I could possibly sleep, but maybe a little lie down would be nice." 
"It's alright if you take a little nap," Carrie said. "I promise to wake you at the slightest change in Virginia. You can see she already has more colour in her cheeks."

16 comments:

  1. Wow....you took those words and ran with them. This is a terrific story and possibly a little too close to the truth for many a person. Great job.

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    1. only slightly confused; thank you, they kind of ran away on their own, but I'm pleased with how it turned out.

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  2. Oh, my - now what happened next?

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  3. Oh River. Such an unexpected direction, and yes, as Delores says, so close to the bone for too many people.

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    1. Elephant's Child; definitely unexpected, even for me and I'm hoping there's another chapter in the subconscious.

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  4. GREAT story; please give us part two!!

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    1. fishducky; thank you. I'd love to give you part two, but we'll have to wait until the subconscious sorts it out.

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  5. Bittersweet....well written, River. :)

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    1. Lee; bittersweet is such a great word, thank you.

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  6. I have no idea where you get your ideas! The story just sprang out to me as a reader. :)

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  7. Happy Elf Christine; I don't know myself where they come from. I'll start with an idea and it just runs away on its own most of the time. I love that it sprang out at you; when I encounter a first chapter that grips me I usually set aside everything else and finish the book.

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  8. I might try a story next instead of a poem but there is not way I could even come close to your imagination. Are you published?

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  9. Granny Annie, thank you. No I am not published. I've never finished anything I started, because I don't work at it and the whole getting published experience is probably more than I can handle with all the rejections and rewrites, editing and so on. I've thought about trying.

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