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 Sean Jeating and can be found here.

Charlotte's colour of the month is Heavenly Blue

This week's words/prompts are:

1.squad  2.cemetery  3.flowers  4.painted  5.cross

and/or:

1.barely  2.money  3.eat  4.freedom  5.courage

Here is my story:

Jim was so excited to be allowed photos and notes he ran all the way home to check on his supply of notebooks, pencils and camera batteries. Nanna Ruby was there visiting and chatting over numerous cups of tea. “I have an idea of my own,” she said. “Those poor men never had a decent burial in a cemetery and even now they still won’t with their bones going to the museum, so I am asking William on the mountain back to carve me a nice hardwood cross. He comes to visit me still, though less often as the trail down and around is getting a bit much for him.”

“That’s a fine idea,” said Maggie. “I still have paints and stencils so you can decorate it if you want to.” “I think I will,” said Nanna, “painted flowers like heavenly blue forget-me-nots and bright daffodils, maybe a sunflower for the sun they never saw again.” “I can help William bring the cross down to you once he gets it carved,” said Jim. “Dan and Greg might come to help too, Greg is related to William somehow, but I don’t remember exactly how.”

“That would be a great help,” said Nanna. “William barely gets out much these days, I sometimes think it would take a squad of soldiers to get him to even open his door.” “I know for sure he won’t take any money for making a cross,” said Maggie, “he does need to eat though, so I shall do some baking and send a few pies and loaves up with Jim and his friends.”

“I think his freedom is much curtailed now and it takes more and more courage for him to eave his little farm,” said Nanna. “He is older than I am and I think maybe he was a cousin or uncle to Greg’s great-grandmother. He’s well into his nineties.”