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 messymimi and can be found here.
This week's words/prompts are:
1.great 2.harmony 3.attraction 4.reach 5.subject 6.delicate
Here is my story:
The shuffling and
rustling of people settling into their seats stilled as Philip rose to stand
behind the podium. His eyes were red from crying, his voice shaking as he began,
then strengthened a little as he continued.
“Who can say what it is
that attracts one person to another? For every person on earth, the attraction
is different. Some might say this is a delicate subject.
For me it was a pair of
warm, sea green eyes, with laughter and fun evident in them. We met at Choir practice,
and learned to sing great harmony together.
With the rest of the
choir we lifted our voices at every performance, our favourites being the
Christmas Carols at the nursing homes every December. It was wonderful seeing
the joy on the old faces and seeing some of them clapping and even singing
along.
We were friends at
first, but that soon reached a new level and we fell in love. Some people
tut-tutted as word got around, but we didn’t care. Brian was warm, kind, gentle
and generous. I loved him and he loved me. For five years we shared everything,”
a pause here as Philip wiped eyes that were now streaming with tears, “then one
day he simply didn’t wake up.”
His voice broke and he
sobbed openly as Brian’s sister Helen went to him with a fresh supply of
tissues, taking over the narrative. “It was found to have been a stroke in his
sleep that took our Brian from us, a quick death with no pain, according to the
medical examiner.”
She wiped her own eyes
and continued with Philip standing beside her. “All of you here knew Brian, and
Philip wishes to extend a thank you to all of you. If you could all now make
your way to the cars waiting outside, we’ll meet again at the cemetery.”
Gostei muito de tua história melancólica, mas linda! Cada pesdsoa tem um tipo de atração, de verdade!
ReplyDeleteTrago a minha participação:
https://chicaparticipa.blogspot.com/2026/04/palavras-de-quarta.html
beijos, tudo de bom,feliz Páscoa! chica
Donald J.Trump created great harmony in the world when he built his magnificent golden ballroom. It quickly became the number one attraction in America - more popular than Las Vegas, The Grand Canyon and Mount Rushmore put together. Its fame seemed to reach every corner of the globe and was the subject of a kind of cult. Its delicate Corinthian columns seemed to reach up to heaven - a place that was inexplicably denied to the forty seventh president when he died in The Lost Marbles dementia home last year.
ReplyDeleteGood one!!!
DeleteI have tears, too. Though, selfish as that seems... I´d wish a death like that for myself...
ReplyDeleteWhat words would be right when talking about a loved one? I don't know but Philip's words are sad but sweet.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.