Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now
At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: kinetic ~ Chuck E. Cheese ~ deafening ~ mullet ~ match
It was submitted by: https://followmehome.shellybean.com
Thank you Shelly! Here is a link to the other parts:
After the fire was put out and the water was almost gone the family of four were left with nothing but the burned-out shell, the metal riggings, and thankfully both of their horses and their two burly oxen.
Everyone gathered together around a fire in the predawn hours making a game plan, because the train stopped for no man.
“What are we gonna do now,” one of the older travelers who was known to be surly complained striking a match to light his lantern. “Are we supposed to pay their freight all the way to Oregon? Then what we build them a house, feed them until next years’ harvest?”
The silence was deafening as the rest of the travelers considered the future. The family of four were huddled around the fire with their heads hung down. You could feel their desperation and fear at the thought of being turned out on their own in the middle of a desert.
Joe started to talk, but Matthew put his hand out as he stepped forward into the light of the fire, “Excuse me sir? What’s your name?”
“Well, my name is Chuck E. Cheese, but that’s not important,” he said stepping forward while pulling on his suspenders..
“You’re exactly right. I don’t know what book you’ve been reading, but the good book I read wouldn’t allow that and as a man I won’t allow it either. We make room! It could have been anyone’s wagon. Would you have us turn on you in your hour of need?” Matthew spoke so everyone could hear him.
“I’m with Matthew,” Joe said standing up behind him, “I won’t be a party to abandoning a desperate family. We can make room. We’ll figure it out. Who agrees with Matt and me?”
Most of the men and all of the women agreed to make room and doing what they had to do to see this family through. There were a couple of the older men who grumbled and complained but they were quickly overruled.
“Aaron,” Matt said, “I have an idea. The yoke is still good. We can hook it to the back of my wagon with my horses and your horses we can create some kinetic energy and pull all of our belongings and that should do it. It might take a little ingenuity.
“I can take two,” Cecil stood forward. “I got room seein’ as I don’t have water taking up room. We got to get goin’ people. We need to get to the river.”
“I can take Henry,” John hollered from the back, “he can ride with me or he can ride in the wagon with Louise and the kids.”
“I can take little Elijah,” Grace said from behind Matt and Joe where they had positioned themselves automatically in front of the women and little Patty. Jenny I can come up with some clothes for Elijah and we can make more. Please don’t worry we’ll help and those that don’t want to don’t need to. You’re our friend and we won’t let you down.”
Aaron and Jenny stood up and shortly after Henry their oldest stood up behind them. “We’re at your mercy and any help you can offer I will gladly take for my family and I. We thank you and somehow, someway we will pay everyone back. I’m a man of my word.”
They took off across the desert trying to beat the baking sun. Trying to reach the other side of “hell” where they could quench their thirst, take care of their animals and regroup for the next stretch of their journey which would take them across the Blue Mountains.
Henry rode one of the horses back to where Joe and Matthew flanked the wagon. “I want to thank you again for your help. I don’ t know what we would have done without it.”
“Forget it Henry!” Emily said from the seat of the wagon, “I’ll tell you what you need to worry about. That mullet your wearin'” she teased. He had become like a little brother along the way and they loved to pick on each other.
“Emmy, leave that boy alone,” Grace said, “Henry don’t you worry a thing about it. Once we get to the river you come down to the wagon and I’ll fix you right up.”
“Thank you Miss Grace,” he said tipping his hat at her while managing to stick his tongue out at Emmy. They all knew that she was trying to lighten his heart even if just for a moment.
Until next month!
Whew! Those were hard!
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://bakinginatornado.com/
Spatulas on Parade https://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo https://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
Follow Me Home https://followmehome.shellybean.com