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.

Next week's words will come from Sean Jeating at Elephant's Child' blog  https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com.au

This week's words/prompts are:

1.olympian  2.support  3.tabbycat  4.mountain  5.fireplace  6.clothesline

Here is my story, part three:

There was much activity at the shipwreck site within a week, fencing off the area, adding support beams to the edges and down into the hole for the archaeological teams to get down there and take what seemed to be a zillion photos from all possible angles. “Why so many photos?” asked Jim, who had been allowed watch from the fenceline. “Photographing everything as it is gives us an idea of how the ship’s boards fell so we can draw up ideas of how it originally looked, and maybe do a reconstruction when we get the pieces to the Workshop. Seeing how the bones are arranged also helps us understand what they went through in their final days.”

“When that is all done you will be bringing pieces up to the surface?” asked Jim. “Yes, but we’ll need to erect a much larger tent to protect everything from the weather and limit as much exposure as we can, these pieces are likely to be very fragile, some could even crumble into dust, especially the bones.” “You’ll need a tent of Olympian proportions, I guess,” said Jim. “I’ve seen a few documentaries of the pyramids in Egypt, they had giant tents for different parts of whatever they brought up. My Nanna said the sphinx looks just like her old tabby cat who thought he was king of the house.”

“I think most cats think they are king or queen of their homes,” said Russell. “Nanna’s cat died,” said Jim. “She lives up on that mountain behind our house, you can see the sheets flapping on her clothesline.” “Where the smoke is coming from her chimney?” asked Russell. “Yes,” said Jim, “she keeps her fireplace lit now the weather is cooling down, says it helps her old bones.”

“I’m sure the poor sailors on that ship would have welcomed a warming fire, but couldn’t risk burning up the ship, they probably had a food supply there for a while,” said Russell.