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: trick ~ treat ~ mask ~ flashlight ~ doorbell
They were submitted by: https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/
This is going to be a little tricky, but I’ll just have to use a little imagination!
Links To Parts 1-15:
Matthew stepped out of the wagon for the first time in three days. Grace had been watching him like a hawk, but today he was getting back to normal. He missed his horse, he missed walking upright although he could admit if only to himself it was also nice being fussed over…to a point. If he was still a little sore well, he could mask that pain easily enough.
He still had a sort of flashlight, a small flash of light when he turned his head too quickly, but he was sure that would pass quickly. He had work to do. They had been here long enough and needed to keep moving if they were going to cross the mountains before winter hit. He like everyone else had heard the story of the Donner party and they didn’t want to put themselves in that situation.
He walked up to the group of men as they welcomed him back to the land of the living. They were all glad to see him back to it. He had become their leader over the many weeks on the trail. He was steady as a rock and just as solid.
“I think we should be ready to head out first thing in the morning. I’ve caused us a significant delay and for that I’m sorry. We have to keep moving if we’re going to beat the high mountain snows.”
The many slaps on the back let him know that there were no hard feelings. They were all just happy to have him back in control.
“We have got a lot to do before we’re ready,” he said, “Joe, you spread the word, Max, you make sure all of the horses are ready and I’ll make those repairs on the wagons now that I’m up and about.”
“Are my eyes playing a trick on me?” Grace said as she made her way through the men. “Matt! You shouldn’t be up and about quite yet. What are you doing?”
“We don’t have a week to waste here, we have to keep moving or we’re going to be traveling through the snow,” he said to her.
“You were almost killed. I’ve had to treat your wounds. I’ve seen what happened to you. I don’t think you’re quite ready for wagon fixing and such.”
“Grace, he said he’s fine,” Emmy said behind her, “just let him be. If it seems too much he’ll take a rest won’t you Matt?”
“Of course, but we have to keep moving. I want to be ready by daybreak,” he told all of them. “Let’s get it done,” he said to the surrounding men and everyone broke from the circle and went about the work of tearing down camp and getting ready to move.
Grace went back to their wagon to start the packing up that would take them most of the day. She was in the wagon putting things to rights when the doorbell rang. They had had to come up with a system so that they didn’t walk in on each other when in the wagon. They had rigged an old bell to the side of the wagon and anytime the flap was shut you needed to ring it first. That way they avoided any embarrassing situations among Matt, Joe, and the girls.
“It’s okay, you can come in,” Grace said to whoever was on the other side of the flap. Matthew pulled back the flap and climbed up on the bench leaving his dirty boots outside of the wagon. Not only to keep the dirt out but also to keep the tongues from wagging. He didn’t to do anything that would make her subject to ridicule.
“Grace, I wanted to talk to you and we haven’t had a chance lately without everyone else around,” he said slowly trying to figure out the right words to say.
She looked up at him expectantly. She thought he was angry at her nagging him in front of the other men, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I know you love me,” he said, “I heard you when I was out. The thing is I love you too. I love everything about you and I also couldn’t love Patty more if she was my own child. I know you’ll always love Patrick and that’s okay. I think you have room in your heart for both of us. we could have a good life Grace, will you marry me?”
“Grace, where is the thread for mending,” Emmy said ripping the flap open and seeing the shocked look on both faces.
stay tuned to Pt 18
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://bakinginatornado.com/
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Crazy Mama Llama https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/