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: 

1.extra  2.wisdom  3.memories  4.corner  5. imposing 

and/or: 

1.dark  2.shoulder  3.femininity  4.strength  5.manners

 Also incorporating last week's words since I missed posting back then. (I've had a few 'brain dead' days lately, while I adjust to the frostier mornings.)

I've been unable to include Charlotte's colour of the month "missing green"

Here is my story:

"You’re probably right,” said Rosie. “It’s like turning a corner and wham! adulthood hits you in the face. If extra wisdom also suddenly appeared at the same time it wouldn’t be so bad, but we all have to flounder a bit at first I guess.” “That’s true,” said Christopher, “we all dream of being grown up and able to do whatever we want, while remaining unaware of the lessons history has been imposing on us for centuries now. Generation after generation has to make its own mistakes before realising what our parents and grandparents taught us is the result of their own struggles.”

“I have a few dark memories of my own,” I said. “Being made to exhibit good manners at my Grandmother’s afternoon teas, the early teen years when I wore scruffy boys clothing to hide my blossoming femininity, not understanding yet that owning my femininity was a strength not a burden.” Rosie nodded, indicating that she had understood perfectly. “Tess is now having to shoulder a whole new burden at only seventeen, I hope I can give her some solace when unexpected things crop up.”

“I have an idea about that,” said Christopher. “what about an impromptu holiday once her morning sickness has subsided,” he glanced at my surprised look, “yes I know about morning sickness, I have female friends, but as I was saying, a little getaway for her and her mother before they have to dive into baby shopping.”

“Chris, that’s a wonderful idea!” I said. “And while they are away, Rosie and I can scout around for slightly used baby things. Babies grow out of things so fast most newborn to six-month size stuff is practically new when it gets to the secondhand stores. I’ll ask mum about the best places. Tess doesn’t need to buy brand new and the baby certainly won’t care.”

Christopher suddenly veered towards the attic stairway, motioning for us to follow him. “I can help with at least two items,” he said. “I’ve been up in the attic and you’ll never guess what is up there. My old cradle and the teddy that was my most loved companion until I was four or five. We can get them professionally cleaned.” His excitement infected Rosie and myself as we hurried up the stairs behind him.