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.