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.
Your words are:
chicken ~ diners ~ drive ins ~ dives ~ Guy Fieri ~ chef
It was submitted by: https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/
The wagon train moves slowly but always forward. Forward across a land that few men had seen before. The desert was a new experience and they quickly understood that traveling through the night with the light of the full moon was so much easier. At their pace, they would arrive at the river the following evening.
They had to keep moving or die. They had run completely out of water hours ago and the dust from the many hooves was its own kind of fog that took up residence in the settlers’ mouths and nose making it nearly impossible to swallow or breathe. They had taken to wearing rags across their faces to protect them from the sand particles floating in the air.
The chickens had quit laying eggs, the cows no longer produced milk even the women who were nursing were having problems producing enough milk for their babies. The desert seemed to dry everything up and if they didn’t keep moving they would wither and die like the sagebrush and weeds bouncing across the sun-scorched land.
One more day of misery and they would reach the river. They needed water and they couldn’t wait to get there. They had already decided to take two days to rest from this staggering leg of their long journey. They were mere weeks from their destination and you could feel the excitement and anxiousness among the weary travelers.
Guy Fieri rode back to Matthew and Joe. “We have a problem, men. There is some rumbling upfront. Some of the settlers want to turn back.”
“That’s just ridiculous. Why would they want to turn back now? We’re only three weeks out. That’s just crazy. Let me guess its the old fellow Chuck E Cheese stirring things up again. I say if they want to turn back it’s not our problem. Let them go.”
“That’s what I think too. I think it’s the fear of the unknown and that old fight or flight. Some want to fly and some of us are willing to fight for a future of freedom and independence. I say let them go too. It’s three families. They’re still deciding.” Guy said.
He rode up ahead. Somehow Matthew had become a leader of sorts. He kept a cool head, was intelligent and compassionate. All of the traits needed for a great leader.
“I really like that guy,” Matthew said to Joe. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders. He just dives right in and finds a solution”.
“Me too, plus he’s an excellent cook,” Joe agreed.
“Chef, he’s a chef. He gets offended when you call him a cook. He says that a cook works in a diner, while a chef owns his own.” Matthew said in the exact replica of Guy’s Italian accent.
Joe laughed, “He was telling some of the men that one day he was going to open drive-ins. He says you’ll be able to pull right up get your food and never get off your horse! Can you imagine that?” They rode in silence each picturing how their new lives were going to look.
The wagon train continued across the baked emptiness and later that evening they heard the hoots and hollers from the front of the train being carried back to them on the wind. The trees that were in front of them was a welcome sight. They had finally made it. They picked up their pace wanting to drink more than they wanted to breathe and drink they did.
When they arrived at the river bank they quickly spread out to get their camps set up. It was a synchronized routine with everyone playing their part. Three men immediately took off to hunt for food while other men helped their families set up their camps. Some of the women started getting things ready for dinner hoping that the men could add much-needed meat to the vegetables they had simmering on the fire within minutes.
You could hear the splashes of the younger kids cooling off in the river with two of the teenagers keeping watch. The animals were taken care of, the wagons were circled, the fire was blazing and everyone was happy and hydrated. The families that were considering giving up found the strength to continue. It poured into them with each sip and it was a feeling they could easily name, it was called hope.
Stay tuned for next month!
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/