It’s Friday! Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week.
You are most welcome to join in using as many or all of the words too. Just pingback to this post and then leave a link to your post in the comments so that I can see it and respond directly.
As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort.
Our words this week were:
bad, bed, burst, chapel, curious, disbelief, double, excuse, grain, ham, heavy, more, nothing,oats, remember, ruse, son, timid, wake, worship, young
The small chapel was packed.
So many familiar faces, some distantly so, but recognisable.
He had been quite the lad and sown a few oats from one bed to the next before he married.
However, it had gone against the grain for him to be faithful to his long suffering wife, but she bore it all in the hope that one day she would bear him the son he craved for. It was not to be and instead she had a quartet of daughters.
At the wake, a young man approached her. As he bit into a ham sandwich, he said he was curious as to why she had stayed so long.
Pointing to her children, he nodded in understanding.
‘My mother was the same,’ he said simply, ‘always believing this would be the last, but more followed. I’m surprised he found the time or had the memory to remember who was who and where they were. Still he was my father and my mother worshipped him.’
She smiled a slow sad smile and took his hand in hers.
‘He wasn’t a bad man,’ she said. ‘We wanted for nothing save his company, but all those weeks away on ‘business’ were just a ruse to cover his double life.’
‘How long have you known about me?’
‘A few years. I never minded you know. Your mother had given him the one thing I couldn’t and he died a happy man.’
‘Excuse me?’ said a timid voice.
They turned and saw a woman heavy with child. She looked no more than a child herself.
‘What will become of us?’ A small boy peeped out from behind her legs.
‘We were to be married after the birth, and now he’s dead.’
She burst into tears whilst the other mourners just stood there in disbelief.
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My contribution. A bit dark this time: http://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/05/08/taking-seven-just-because/
Hey Di, I have tackled this – with a poem called Methinkith Betwixtith – a no[n] sense poem π
Currently it’s on postdated time of today at 8.55pm π
Many thanks was quite the challenge.
will catch it later Rory. Thanks for taking part.
Always a pleasure Di π
What a great story. Love your imagination π
thanks.
Youβre welcome π