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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

1.luscious  2.motel  3.wheelbarrow  4.joggingtrail

and/or:

1.suspicion  2.speedboat  3.graveyard  4.iris

Charlotte's colour of the month, which I have not yet used, is Thrash Pink.

Here is my story:

Nanna Ruby was waiting by the open door when they reached her cottage and directed the boys as to where to leave the cross and albatross as she helped William inside to a comfortable chair. “You look a bit worn out,” she said. “That trail gets harder every time,” said William, “I don’t think I can do it too many more times.”

“It’s no easy flat jogging trail, that’s for sure,” said Ruby. “If it wasn’t for the goods I might have asked the boys to put me in the wheelbarrow,” said William. Ruby handed him a cup of water, then placed a small tray table beside his chair with a glass of milk and a slice of cherry pie. “You spoil me Ruby,” said William, “and I bet that cherry pie is as luscious as always.”

“You bet,” said Ruby, “I get the cherries from that big old tree by the abandoned farmhouse, the lower branches are easy to reach and there’s always a willing young person around to get the higher ones.”

“There was a lot of suspicion about that house, I remember the police were there and those detectives from the city, the family living there were never found,” said William. “Someone put a marker in the graveyard though,” said Ruby, “by the patch of white iris, where it’s a bit boggy after a rain.”

The boys came in and washed their hands at the sink before also sitting down with glasses of milk and slices of cherry pie. “You make the best pies,” said Greg and Dan nodded in agreement. Jim said, “you’ll have to teach Mum and write down the recipes for everything else, these pies at least need to be remembered forever.”

After eating, they took plates and glasses to the sink, rinsed everything, then went back outside, Greg and Dan to head home and Jim to sit and write about his day after taking photographs of the unpainted cross and the albatross.

Ruby and William continued talking. “I’m going down to town tomorrow,” said William, “and wonder if I could stay here tonight?” “of course you can,” said Ruby. “What are you doing in town?” “I’m staying in a motel for a couple of days while I meet with people about maybe finding a place to live, I’ve just about emptied the cabin of everything superfluous and anything left can be for the next person to occupy it.”

“You’ve been there more than eighty years,” said Ruby. “It will be a big change living among people.” Jim had come back inside and now asked William if he would like to visit the dig site when he came back from town. “I would love to,” said William. “They’re going to be packing things up in a few days,” said Jim. “The cave I fell into is empty and the walls have been stabilized in case they need more soil samples later, but we are allowed to go there as long as we don’t go into the cave.”