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 River and can be found here

This week's prompts are: 

T'was a hot midsummer's eve and a storm was brewing on the horizon

and Lee's photo which I have used at the end.

Here is my story, continuing on from last week:

As Mum and Rosie oohed and aaahed over various rooms and furnishings, Christopher stayed back a bit with me and asked quietly, “so you do remember the day we met?” “Of course,” I said, “but I didn’t think you would. I was a girl and you were already a man of twenty.”

He struck a ridiculous Shakespearean pose and said “ ‘Twas a hot midsummer’s eve and a storm was brewing on the horizon” as I collapsed into giggles, then “I’d come outside for a beer and a breath of air, the house was stuffy after being shut for several months. There was a storm brewing and the first fat raindrops fell just after you disappeared over the fence.”
“I remember,” I said, “there’d been some thunder as I picked the peaches, we love them and I didn’t think anyone was here to pick them and they’d just go to waste unless I took some.”

“The branch broke and you landed right at my feet, on your own feet surprisingly, you looked scared to death as I demanded your name, and when you stared right into my eyes and told me, I fell in love.” “You too?” I asked in a whisper. “Yes,” he said, “what do you mean “you too?” ‘I fell in love too,” I said, “I told myself for years it was childish infatuation, then here you were this morning and I knew it wasn’t.” “I had no idea,” he said, “and I knew you were so young and that I would have to take myself away. That’s why I wandered the earth for twenty years, hoping you would forget and maybe be married by now.”

“No,” I said. “I think my soul has been waiting for you, none of the men I dated have measured up.” Chris gripped both my hands and asked,” Dearest Claudia, can we start over? Meet me tomorrow morning by the peach tree?” I nodded yes as Mum and Rosie came clattering down the stairs wanting to know if there was also an attic.

“There is an attic,” said Christopher, “but I believe it is empty. I’ll look for the key, but not tonight. The attic is accessed from the small staircase at the back of the pantry, and the door to the stairs is locked.” Dad had been wandering around on his own around the ground floor and came out of what had been Chris’s grandfather’s library, declaring it a wonderful room and could he come back during the day, perhaps next weekend?

“Of course,” said Christopher, “ and I can tell you some more stories of my time away. I’ll tell you of the time I spent on a tropical island, learning to snorkel and cooking crabs over a campfire in the sand.”