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. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

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 to read it and add a few encouraging words.

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

This week's words/prompts are: 

a picture of mist on the water 

and/or:  

1. gentle 

2. ordinary 

3. cards 

4. simple 

5. office

Here is my story:

Rusty had left the gentle rhythms of village life many years ago, seeking something, anything, more exciting. Even if that excitement was the ordinary of a town, a city. Anywhere with hustle and bustle.

He’d eventually settled to work in an office after completing more schooling than the village could have ever given him. But life had become far too busy now, things advancing at phenomenal speeds. Cars were faster, people rushed to and from work, children even, were hurried to this or that after school activity, some never having a moment to play and just be.

He began to miss the simple life, his dreams began to call him home. On a Friday, Rusty decided to throw in the cards and take back his life. He told the boss the next week would be his last, then set about finding a way to get home. He could only go so far by car, the rest of the way would have to be by boat.

Having sold his apartment much more quickly than anticipated, Rusty packed up his clothes and books and set out on his way. He drove to the landing, handed the keys to his car to the owner of the boat hire place and stepped into the small motor launch. Knowing it was a long trip, he bundled his jacket under his head and fell asleep.

A few hours later, the guide nudged him awake. “Almost there now boss,” he said nodding towards the bend in the river. Rusty saw the familiar trees through the mist and smiled the first real smile he’d had in years. He couldn’t wait to hug his family again. They would all be older now of course, as he himself was, but he would know them and they would know him.