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 (that's me) and can be found right here.
This week's words/prompts are:
1.conviviality 2.adoration 3.willpower 4.mellow 5.gentle 6.guitar
Also including Charlotte's colour of the month: beauty berry purple
Here is my story:
It took all my
willpower to not turn and run back to my car. The adoration I’d once felt for
the jam sessions had died right after John did. I could still hear the awful
sounds of that fatal crash. I’d survived. John hadn’t, nor had his car, his
beautiful new deep purple chevy, beauty berry purple they’d called it.
I’d dived into a whisky
bottle right after the funeral, trying to forget the conviviality, the mellow
sounds of John’s gentle fingers on his beloved piano as Bill accompanied him on
guitar, Mike with harmonica. I’d been
through three years of AA meetings now and wanted to reconnect, but pushing
open the cabin door was something I didn’t seem able to do.
I stood there frozen by
my fear, then Mike opened the door from the inside and wrapped me in one of his
huge warm bear hugs. Memories began flooding back as I stepped inside with him
to see all the old faces smiling at me. Some new, younger faces too, and John’s
cousin, Anna, holding my reconstructed violin out to me.
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