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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: poetry ~ serial ~ excitement ~ cravings ~ loss ~ solid
They were submitted by: My friend Jenniy from https://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com/
This is Part 8 of this story. I can’t believe it! It won’t make much sense, I don’t think that if you don’t read the first 7 you will understand the story so here they are:
Emma leaned her stump over as far as she could stretch to soak up as much of the fire’s light as possible. She wrote in her journal every single night after all of the chores were finished with the thoughts of writing a book when they reached where they were going. Wouldn’t that be a hoot! She thought to herself.
Grace was in the back of the wagon nursing Little Patty and putting her to bed. Emma could hear Grace’s beautiful voice crooning to the baby who had stolen everybody’s heart. Matthew chuckled, “Emma are you writing a book full of poetry over there?”
“No, I’m writing the story of our lives,” she said flamboyantly grabbing her heart with both hands and laughing. “Maybe it will be a serial like those stories we read in the Raleigh Newspaper.” It was a miracle the way they had all been thrown together yet fit together seamlessly. They were a family even if the only ones who are blood-related was Grace & Little Patty. It just didn’t matter.
“I think it will be hard to sleep tonight,” Grace said joining them by the fire.
“The excitement of finally getting across the Missippi River?” Emma said, “me too”
“Not exactly excitement more like mortal fear,” She said, “I keep having nightmares about loss. The loss of Little Patty, the loss of Patrick and if I lost any of you I don’t think I would survive this time.”
“Oh Grace,” Emma said instantly rubbing her knee, “it’s going to be okay. People have been sending word back for days that the river was flowing smoothly.”
“It’s still a long way to the other side,” Grace said staring into the fire, “a lot of time for something to go wrong.”
“It’s going to be okay Grace, I promise,” Matthew said, raising forward to light his pipe. “It hasn’t rained in days. So there’s no worry of flash flooding. People cross the river every day.”
“I know,” Grace said patting his shoulder, “I’m a mom I’m supposed to worry,” she said smiling sheepishly. “How about an apple biscuit? I have a craving,” she said getting back up.
“Sure!” they both said in unison.
They stood on the banks of the Mississippi watching the wagons ahead of them take their turn across the manmade ferry system.
“It’s fascinating!” Emma said unable to control her excitement. They had never seen anything like this before and before you knew it would be their turn.
The platforms were built of sturdy wooden logs. Four big, strong men were on each platform holding on to a rope that was tied from one side to the other. The pulled the rope hand over hand which in turn pulled the raft and all of their belongings from one side to the other. The horses could swim across so Matthew would stay with them.
It wasn’t a full-proof invention as people waited days for their turn to cross and it was expensive too. If it rained and the water started raging the ferry closed down until the water returned to its banks. People could get stuck at the ferry site for weeks on end during the Spring rains. Luckily, for now anyway, it had been a dry Spring.
Matthew worried that when they reached further west water might become scarce. He had heard stories, but you never knew what to believe plus they were staying towards the north where there were more rivers and streams.
It was their turn. The wagon and some of the stock went on the first raft while the second raft took Grace, Emma, Little Patty and most of their belongings. When they finally made it across to the other side Grace let out a breath and said, “I’m so happy to be on solid ground!”
Stay tuned for part 9
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.bakinginatornado.com
Spatulas on Parade https://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
Southern Belle Charm https://www.southernbellecharm.com
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
Medicated Musings http://mymedicatedmusings.blogspot.com
Follow Me Home https://followmehome.shellybean.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/