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 Sandi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. hope 2. joy de vivre 3. devotion 4. forgiveness 5. rescue 

and/or: 

1. brioche 2. pie 3. pi 4. duty 5. honour 

and a music clip of Moonlight Sonata

Also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: pine green.

Here is my story:

There had been such a doom and gloom feeling permeating the intensive care ward, that April’s joy de vivre had packed up and gone home. April was left with only hope to see her through. To her it was an honour, not a duty, to sit beside her sister. June had given much devotion to the family, raising not only April, but two nieces as well after that awful car accident many years ago. Now June lay still and pale in the narrow bed, tubes and electrodes attached to drips and machines. For three days she had been in this coma and now that night was falling once more the nurses were drawing closed the pine green drapes to help shut out the city noise and lights. Why bother? thought April, none of the patients here would care.

April’s husband John had been and gone, delivering a brioche and a hot coffee from April’s favourite bakery, to keep her going. April kept hold of June’s hand as she ate and drank, then napped on and off throughout the night. In the morning, John came bouncing in, “Moonlight Sonata to the rescue!” he exclaimed. He knew it was June’s favourite piece and had tracked down a cd, hoping that hearing it might bring her out of the coma. April very much wanted this to happen, she needed to ask June’s forgiveness for not making sure the path was properly cleared. June had slipped on the recent fall of small gumnuts and hit her head on the garden gate.

John and April sat with June for most of the day, listening to Moonlight Sonata as it played over and over. Towards the end of the day, April felt June’s hand closing tighter over her own fingers and saw her eyelids flutter as if trying to open. The nurse was quickly called and the doctor summoned as well. The brain scan showed signs of more activity than in the past week, so the doctor was hopeful of a full recovery. Just a few hours later, June opened her eyes and smiled at April. “It’s pi day,” she said, “why aren’t you at home baking apple pie?” April felt her joy de vivre returning as she gently hugged her sister, while wondering how on earth June knew it was March 14^th?