The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
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This month the words are supplied by Vest and can be found here.
Here is my story:
The cheerful noise of the children splashing in the shallow pools along the river bank was interrupted briefly by a shriek of joy as Christine discovered the newly made fairy entrance in the trunk of the old willow tree.
"I found it! I found it! Come and see!" and the rest of the children raced to where she stood, pointing with delight at the tiny door with even tinier mushrooms either side and a sparkly pebble path leading to it.
There were many 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' as they began looking for moss to make a lawn for the new fairies to play and picnic on. Sammy found a few tiny blossoms to put along the path as a flower bed.
"I love old Mr Casey," said Dennis. "Ever since he bought this old house, he's allowed kids to come here each Sunday and just play, with no rules except 'don't jump off the bridge into the water'.
"Why does he do this?" asked Annette. "Nobody really knows," said Christine. "Jemma once said it's because he used to be an orphan too and remembers how it felt to be always living with rules."
"That makes sense," said Barry, "but why does he do these little "find the new thing" challenges?"
"I know that one," said Marjorie. "I heard him telling Mrs Bishop it's good for children to develop good observation skills."
"I don't much care why he does it, I'm just happy he does and lets us share his garden. It's the best idea anyone has ever had for us orphans," said Sammy.
High above, on God's observation deck, God and Peter stood watching, smiling, and discussing old Mr Casey.
"It's almost time for his demise," said Peter. "I know," said God. "I looked in the big book this morning before breakfast, it said Mr Thomas Casey, in his eighty-eighth year. It's a good enough age, but I think I'll give him a couple of extra years. Look at how much joy he is bringing to those orphans and to the other kids in the town too."
"Shall I send the senior cherubs to wind back his heart-clock then?" said Peter. "For one year or two?"
"Make it two," said God. "Next year I'll send him a couple of dreams to let him know the time is coming so he needs to get his will written. I know he's been thinking of leaving the place to the orphanage, but he needs to stipulate a caretaker who will carry on as he has been doing."