Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesday’s, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a 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?
This week's words are:
this week, Delores has also favoured us with a phrase,
"she was as stiff as last year's Christmas tree"
to use as well as, or instead of, a story or poem.
I'd been ranting at Dave all day about "this" not going right, "that" not working out, etc and so on, I could see he wasn't paying much attention, just letting me go on and on, he knew this was how I coped when things had gone off track, when my world was spinning out of control.
The problems I was ranting about were insignificant, I knew that, but the words just kept pouring out.
The mottled crimson border of the tablecloth didn't match the border on the new napkins, the silverware needed polishing, I hadn't arranged for the windows to be washed, the cookie jar was empty and I should be baking.....
Dave sat by silently, he knew I would wind down and cry soon enough, he'd be there to hold me when I did, it was the way things went in our world when something like this happened.
I'd go to pieces, Dave would be strong and silent, there when I was ready for a shoulder to cry on.
Just an hour ago, I'd gone outside to call the cats in for their dinner, to find the eldest one had died. She was quite ancient at 22 and failing lately, so we'd been expecting it, but it was still a shock to see her lying on the grass as stiff as last year's Christmas Tree.
Dave had held me for the first bout of crying and would do so again when the tears came a second and third time.