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: sunburn ~ running ~ portrait ~ exhale ~ balloon
They were submitted by: https://followmehome.shellybean.com/
Grace stood out on the porch as the sun rose over the mountains drinking her coffee. So much had changed in just over 3 weeks and she honestly didn’t know how it happened. She watched as Matthew came out of the barn grabbing a saddle as he went.
She was so thankful that they had run into each other literally. That was the best mistake she had ever made. She still couldn’t believe that he was looking for work and basically wanted a place to stay. He had already taken so much off her shoulders so that she could concentrate on what was coming as she rubbed her bulging belly.
She was secretly terrified she was having twins, but according to Emma the midwife that was staying with her for the duration it was only one extra big baby. She didn’t know what was going to happen but she was so afraid. She wished that Patrick was still here to go through it with her. Other than Emma, she would be totally alone and that was scary enough. “It’s the not knowing that’s driving me crazy,” she said to herself trying to give herself a pep talk. “Women have been doing this for hundreds of years.”.
Matthew came back around the barn and as he spotted her on the porch. “How are you feeling today? It’s almost time. Looks like a storm will be here by evening. Better make sure all of the windows are latched tight. I think this one might be a howler,” he told her matter of factly.
She turned with an exhale and said, “yeah, I feel it too.” I better get those beans picked today then so I can start canning them for the next few days.
“Remember to take it easy. Emma ain’t going to want to deliver the baby in the bean patch.” “Definitely not,” said Emma as she stepped out the door with her own coffee.
“It’s so beautiful this time of day. So peaceful.” Emma said looking out over the fields of hay swaying in the gentle breeze.
“We were just talking about that,” Grace said to her. “Need to get those beans picked today. Matthew says we’re going to get a big storm tonight.”
“Well, I can help with that. I used to help my momma with them every year.” Emma looked off into the distance. I still miss her so much.” she said looking over at Grace.
“I know you do. Somedays I miss Patrick so much I feel like I can’t breathe. You two being here though has been such a great comfort not to mention all the work that you’ve done.” Grace said patting Matthew on the back.
“Well let’s have some breakfast and get to work. Emma, I really appreciate your help, but you know you don’t have to help me. It’s bad enough I can’t pay you your full fee much less work you to the bones.”
“Grace, I told you. You’re helping me by letting me stay. I can’t stand to stay in that house now that she’s gone. ” Emma said.
“Well, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you want. Even after the baby comes.”
Breakfast, windows, beans…is there anything else I need to know today Matthew?”
“Well make sure you cover up so you don’t sunburn out there today,” he said trying to act serious.
“I love how you’ve decorated this place, Grace. So creative. Who’s portrait is that?” Emma said as she pointed into the living room.
“You know, I have no earthly idea,”
Matthew and Emma both looked at her strangely.
“He looked like someone I’d like to know so I bought it to keep me company. Meet Uncle Arthur,” she said laughing as she turned back to the frying eggs on the stove. “There’s another in the hallway of a little girl with a balloon. I call her Glenda. She looks like a Glenda.
She didn’t see the look of pity that they both gave her. She had been so lonely and it made them both sad. Now, it was almost like they were a little family and Grace was lapping it up like cream because she had been so starved for human interaction and loneliness.
She had been so happy these past weeks running around the farm talking over projects with Matthew and folding baby clothes with Emma. She wanted them to stay forever, but she more than anyone knew that forever was a long time.
Stay tuned for part 4
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.bakinginatornado.com
Spatulas on Parade https://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Follow Me Home https://followmehome.shellybean.com
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
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