Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s blog, with words supplied by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton.

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 images.   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 in fact two pictures which you will see within my story:

Dear Mum, 

       I must thank you again for this wonderful holiday. When you won the tickets I was very happy for you and when you wanted to give them to me, I didn't want to take them, but you insisted.

It would do us good to get away, you said. We'd been withdrawn and grieving long enough, you said. The children were beginning to look drawn and pale, they were too quiet, you said. 

And you were right. Iain's parents dying so suddenly hit us all hard. We loved them as much as we love you and Dad.

It's so wonderful here, blue skies, warm sunshine and other children for the kids to play with. They have pink cheeks and sparkling eyes again. Iain has been snorkelling along the reef and in the first week Dermott and Kathleen entered the Junior Talent Show and won a matched pair of giant teddy bears.

They sang an ABBA song! I had no idea they knew any and they confessed you had taught them. Thank you Mum. It's so good to see them laughing and happy again.

Our room opens on to a wide deck with a big bed on it where I can lie back against the pillows and gaze at the ocean and wonder about the island across the bay. I've heard that it is privately owned, by a woman who used to run a resort on it.  She's a hermit now, they say, retreated into the one remaining cabin after the resort was burned down by a lightning strike.

In the evenings after dinner, we all lie on the deck bed and talk about the stars, the island and Grammie and Gramps Doolan. The kids have so much to say and I'm sorry now we grieved too much to listen to them. Things are swinging in the right direction now though, we're all getting better and have you to thank for it.
We'll be back home on Friday and we'd love to have you come and stay for the weekend, maybe a whole week so we can all just talk and talk.

Love, Eileen, Iain, Dermott and Kathleen. 

P.S. the teddies have been named Dinny and Mary after Gramps and Grammie.