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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. wreath 2. pine 3. ribbon 4. stealth 5. chimney 

and/or: 

1. toboggan 2. wolf 3. plum pudding 4. ambience 5. blizzard

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month Light Blue.

Here is my story:

Joe aimed for stealth, but needing a cane to get around made that a bit difficult, still he was as quiet as he could be while getting out the old pine wreath his Kate had made so many years ago. He noticed the red ribbon had faded even more now and was almost pink in patches. He fastened it to the door of the small cabin they called home and set about arranging the snow globes along the chimney mantelpiece.

He peeked in at Kate, still sleeping he noticed, and quietly made his way to the small woodshed where the old toboggan stood, cleaned and polished like new. It was the same one he’d used all those years ago when he accidentally crashed into a light blue one and met Kate, who became the love of his life before that day was over. Together they had slid down many hills over the years, once even in the beginnings of a blizzard, making it to shelter just in time.

Joe brought the toboggan in to stand beside the chimney, he hoped seeing it again would bring his love some cheer. Kate was fading fast and the doctor had told him this might be her last Christmas. He put the plum pudding on its serving dish, a small one this year since it was just the two of them, then looked again outside for the wolf. A she-wolf, who he had noticed a couple of weeks ago, alone and carrying pups, he wondered where the rest of the pack was, he hadn’t seen any others in many years now.

He gave a small whistle and a shadow appeared by the rosemary bushes, it was her, very thin now, the pups must be born, so Joe got extra meat and threw it just off the porch, then retreated inside so she would feel safe enough to eat. She needed strength now to care for her babies.

An hour later when the cheerful fire had warmed the room, Joe helped Kate into her chair and wheeled her to the table. “Such lovely ambience with the fire,” she whispered as he carefully fed her small portions of pureed turkey and a paper thin slice of plum pudding with vanilla custard.