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 Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found right here on this blog.

This week's words/prompts are:

1.baker  2.canoe  3.gable  4.training  5.rot

and/or:

1.lily-livered  2.provisions  3.barley  4.arrow  5.border

Here is my story:

Erin Baker sat by the gable window on the South side of the attic and watched through binoculars as Russell guided the two-seater canoe along the twisted creek towards the border.

 This was the sort of trip needed for survival, not to be undertaken by any lily-livered weakling, which Russell certainly was not, but he wasn’t exactly the hunter-fisher outdoor camping type either.

He had first driven then run that distance a few times now, mapping the twists and turns, noting the differences in look at sunrise and sunset, where a place to come ashore might be safest.

Just past the barley field the big oak tree seemed best and here he had stored provisions and a sleeping bag, all tightly packed and hoisted high into the tree to be safe from scavenging animals and damp rot should the creek rise at all.

 Boy scout training from his childhood helped him here. He hoped his meagre bow and arrow skills would help with finding food until the Sanctuary was reached.

The actual border was just before the tree, so his provisions were already in a safer place. Today’s trip was to leave a tent and extra provisions, Erin would be a passenger on the next trip. They needed to leave this poisonous country to give their unborn child a better life.