Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesdays, Delores,
from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge 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:
1. transient
2. detain
3. misanthropic
4. improbable
5. Luger
6.geriatric
or: "more moves than a mime"
Here is my story:
Speeding through my geriatric years, becoming more misanthropic day by day, I sometimes think back to my youth and childhood, when summers seemed to last forever, and there was a lifetime between one Christmas and the next.
Those days seem so transient now. Some of my memories seem improbable; had I really done, felt, thought those long ago things? it was all so far away, lost in the mists of history.
Time could not, would not, be detained, it must march relentlessly, remorselessly, on.
At 99, I was still in reasonably good health, despite the frailties of age, the pain of arthritis, I had no wish to die yet. I stared down the barrel of the Luger pointed at my face.
The intruder wore a mask and long cloak so as to be unidentifiable.
He wanted only to frighten me, he'd said, he didn't want to kill anyone, he just wanted my money and jewellery.
Let him have it I thought, I had little use now for the riches and baubles I'd once craved.
I told him the combination to my safe and its location.
or: "more moves than a mime"
Here is my story:
Speeding through my geriatric years, becoming more misanthropic day by day, I sometimes think back to my youth and childhood, when summers seemed to last forever, and there was a lifetime between one Christmas and the next.
Those days seem so transient now. Some of my memories seem improbable; had I really done, felt, thought those long ago things? it was all so far away, lost in the mists of history.
Time could not, would not, be detained, it must march relentlessly, remorselessly, on.
At 99, I was still in reasonably good health, despite the frailties of age, the pain of arthritis, I had no wish to die yet. I stared down the barrel of the Luger pointed at my face.
The intruder wore a mask and long cloak so as to be unidentifiable.
He wanted only to frighten me, he'd said, he didn't want to kill anyone, he just wanted my money and jewellery.
Let him have it I thought, I had little use now for the riches and baubles I'd once craved.
I told him the combination to my safe and its location.
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bravo!
ReplyDeleteYou had me holding my breath there. Wise woman. Give the burglar what he wants, and then see if he needs to have some of the Luger.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
She definitely made the right decision. NO jewellery/money is worth giving up a life.
ReplyDeleteNice twist. You used the words masterfully.
ReplyDeleteHe could take whatever he wanted, but he couldn't take her life.
ReplyDeleteShe should've tackled him; grabbed the luger and let him have it! :)
Stuff isn't worth much in the long run.....breathing....now that's worth something.
ReplyDelete... great story River... I'm glad the little old lady got her priorities right... :)
ReplyDeleteHugs.. Barb xx
mm; thank you.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane; I hope you didn't hold your breath too long, breathing is important.
Elephant's Child; keeping the one irreplaceable thing is definitely the right decision.
Marty Damon; thank you very much.
Lee; tackling a burglar at age 99?? Probably not the best idea, not with arthritis and Lugers involved.
Delores; breathing is the best thing there is at that age. Every day you wake up is a good day.
Barbara; little old ladies are generally smarter than they look.
She made it to 99 she must be doing all the right things.
ReplyDeleteMerle..............
Merle; I'm hoping to make it to 99 myself. My grandma made it to 96.
ReplyDeleteI hope all went well after he emptied the safe! Well done with the word prompts!
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