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.
My words are: movie prop ~ porcelain ~ tag ~ bike ~ teal
It was submitted by: https://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
Last month I started a story based on a past life regression I had from Carol at AHealingSpirit.org. The regression ended, but my imagination has taken over. Here’s part 2 of
The Story As Old As Time.
If you need to catch up here is PART ONE.
She pulled the weathered strap on the saddlebag as she stared out over the barren fields. The dew made the cobwebs glisten like spun glass as the sun peaked over the mountain. It was still early, but it was a long way to town and she didn’t want to be coming back home in the dark.
She was finally going to do it. She was going to go into town, big pregnant belly and all. It was time she stopped hiding out. This baby was coming soon and she had to be ready. She had stayed up until the wee hours of the night making a list of all the things she would need for the new arrival.
She subconsciously rubbed her belly already protective over him or her. She thought about the baby often. Would it be a girl or a boy? Would he strong and funny like Patrick or would she be creative and stylish like her momma.
She carefully climbed up on the wagon and turned the horses towards town. If she could get everything on her list she would be as ready as she could be for the new baby’s arrival in just a few short weeks. The road was dusty and hot, but she made it in a little over three hours.
The first place she stopped was the general store. She strode into the store concentrating so intently on her list that she didn’t see the man exiting the store and they collided in spectacular fashion. She was able to catch herself before she fell backward into the street.
“Ma’am, I’m so sorry,” the man in the Stetson hat said. “No, I wasn’t watching where I’m going,” she laughed nervously. “Well, have a good day.” He tipped his hat and continued to stroll down the sidewalk. She walking onto the store immediately recognizing the beauty of a porcelain teapot that was sitting out front on a display table. She looked at the tag and took a deep breath. This certainly wasn’t on her list.
She saw a small bike which got her thinking about the baby. She stepped over to the material section looking for something that she could use to make clothes and bedding that was neutral. She found a beautiful teal that would be perfect for her needs.
Next, she needed bottles and diapers. She looked over at a beautiful bassinette covered in lace and gauzy material. It looked more like a movie prop than something you would use in real life. She bypassed it and instead looked at a sturdy wooden cradle that was more her style & something that she could afford.
After her purchases, she decided to have lunch at the restaurant that was attached to the general store. She stowed her packages in the wagon and headed towards the dining room. She sat at a small table in front of the huge plate-glass window and picked up the paper menu.
As she was deciding what she wanted to eat a shadow crossed over her table. “Howdy, ma’am. I’m Matthew by the way. I was so struck by your beauty I forgot to ask your name.” It was then that he looked down at her stomach. “Pardon me. I didn’t realize that you were in the family way. Is your husband joining you?” “Hello,” she said shyly not offering her name. “No, my husband isn’t joining me. I don’t have a husband.” She said trying to shock him into leaving her alone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry ma’am, I just thought…” as his voice trail she put her head down. “My husband is dead,” she said so quietly that he wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. “So you’re a widower?” “I hate that word,” she said a little louder. “Me too! My wife passed away two years ago in April and I’ve always hated to be called that. Makes you think of big, old women dressed in black from head to toe.”
She couldn’t help it and a giggle escaped before she could stop it. “May I join you?” He asked her. “I’d like to buy you lunch to say I’m sorry for bumping into you so rudely.” “That’s not necessary,” she said shyly. “I think that it’s absolutely necessary,” he said sitting down.
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.
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/