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: patriotic ~ history ~ return ~ learn ~ forget
They were submitted by: Our fearless leader Karen from https://bakinginatornado.com/
Links To Parts 1-15:
“He’s not going to return, Grace! That is your history and Matthew is your future and you can’t let your love for Patrick ruin your life. You have to forget about Patrick.”
“It’s just not that easy Emma,” Grace told her. “We built a life together. We made plans for our future together. We had a child together!”
“You’re right, Grace,” Emma said kindly, “you had, but that’s all gone now and we’re all that’s left. You have to build a life for today and tomorrow, not for yesterday. Matthew loves Patty as if she were his own. Don’t you think that she deserves that?”
“That’s not fair, you just don’t understand it isn’t easy to learn a new way of life…” Grace’s voice trailed off as one of the boys came screaming into camp.
“HELP! HELP!” The boy screamed as he ran up to a group of men sitting around the fire swapping stories in the pale morning light.
“What is it, boy?” One of the old-timers said to him.
“It’s Matt! His horse threw him and he’s hurt bad.” The little boy said trying to catch his breath. “Come with me!”
The men took off at a run and right behind them were Grace & Emmy. When they reach the top of the rise they could see Matthew laying in the field his horse standing near him eating grass. When they reached him they could see the blood running down the side of his face, but he was unconscious.
Grace pushed her way through the crowd and dropped down beside Matthew feeling along the side of his head for the knot that she knew must be there.
“Get him back to our wagon immediately,” She began giving orders, “Be gentle! Watch out, that’s it. Be careful! He’s not a sack of potatoes!”.-
She ran ahead of the men shouting instructions as she ran, “Emmy bring that hot water back to the wagon. Let’s get him cleaned up and see how bad he’s hurt.”
Grace was shaking from head to toe. She had been right here in this exact same spot before and it hadn’t turned out well. She had lost Patrick the same way and she refused to accept that she was going to lose Matthew too.
He was still unconscious but she had cleaned him up. The wound was right at his temple and she had bandaged him as gently as she could. They just needed him to wake up. She hadn’t left his side for even a minute. She had refused the offers for others to take care of him while she rested. She would not leave his side.
Emma had stayed with her until about an hour ago and she had finally dropped off to sleep from sheer exhaustion. Grace had turned the lantern down as low as it would go. She had just fed little Patty, changed her, and put her back to sleep. She watched Matthew breathe, up and down slowly. She brushed a lock of his hair off of his forehead.
“You just have to wake up. That’s all there is to it. I’m not going to stand for anything less. I will not lose you too,” as a tear ran slowly down her face. “I love you,” she whispered.
Emma smiled as she rolled over pretending to be asleep. She knew it! She just hoped that Grace would get the chance to show him. She snuggled down in her quilt and finally fell asleep.
Late into the night, Grace fell asleep sitting next to Matthew. She didn’t know how long she had been out, but she woke to feel fingers in her hair. It felt so good she started to stretch and then she remembered where she was. She started to rise, but those strong fingers held her still, “Stay,” he said his voice scratchy from sleep.
The tears just started flowing before she could stop them.
“Hey, hey what’s this?” Matthew said as he wiped a tear from her cheek.
“Oh Matthew you scared me so bad,” she whispered in the early morning.
“I’m okay. Come here,” he reached for her hand in the cramped wagon. “Lay here with me”.
Grace laid her head on his chest. He rubbed her hair massaging her scalp and the exhaustion did the rest. She was asleep in minutes. He smiled at her as she slept, “I love you too”.
Stay tuned for part 17!
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://bakinginatornado.com/
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
The Crazy Mama Llama https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/