Saturday, October 17, 2009

Wordzzle Saturday

It's Wordzzle time again and you get a bit of everything. Charly did the mega (woo-woo!), Kit did the mini and the blogger has done the challenge, continuing a story that started last week. If you want more info on how to join us,e-mail us here. If you want to figure it out yourself, go to Views from Raven's Nest. Thank you Raven for hosting this fun challenge!

Charly:

With a mug of COFFEE in her hand, SANDY, clothed in a warm FLUFFY, COTTON robe, stepped out onto the porch of the old farm house. She sat in a 100 year old rocking chair to enjoy the day as it came to life. The EARLY MORNING LIGHT showed a fine MIST lingering from the storm that had passed during the night. LEAVES of autumn colors lay on the ground. In the quiet of the morn she could hear the faint whistle of a TRAIN as it traveled toward town. Soon the sound of TRAFFIC from the farm vehicles would be noticeable as field hands began their day; mist nor muddy fields would stop production. Sandy moved to a table near the rocker and placed her mug of coffee down. She sat and reached for her sketching pad. Her ART work was ADMIRABLE and delightful. However, new projects always made her STOMACH do flips at a showing; she would always PRAY reviews would be kind. She was presently working on a piece for the little ones at the local hospital. They were creating a 'fairytale' room and this her final drawing, PINOCCHIO, was almost completed. The colorful drawings would become a mural on the walls. Looking up as she heard a dog bark, she set down her work, went into the house to pour another mug of coffee. Returning outside, she waited. Her husband rounding the bend of the lane was returning from a late night call; he was the local GP and a believer of house calls. WALKING toward her and with a weary smile, gratefully reached for the coffee. Arm in arm they went into the house. The day had begun.

Kit:

Hobos and vagrants – they were once called

When riding in a boxcar – of a train

Many were returning soldiers – from war,

And were happy to be – home again…

But, no work could be found – they had tried,

In their hearts – they said, ‘that’s okay’…

Because their art of unselfishness,

Had given to us – another safe day.

So, when walking idle - under fluffy clouds,

if you see the - cotton fields in bloom,

Recall these admirable men - in other fields,

as they kept our homeland safe - from doom..

No matter what they're called - hobo; vagrant; homeless,

they served our country with - love, honor and dignity..

So when you see them - give them acts of kindness,

the reflection you see - will be your own integrity.

Blogger: To see the first installment, click here.

All work had stopped at the Habitat for Humanity house project. Until the mystery of the skeleton and the money was resolved, the place was technically a crime scene. Danae, curious about the progress, concerned for Miz Trent and a bit interested in the cute police investigator she’d talked to last night, put together some croissants and coffee and headed over to the site. In the early morning light, it was difficult to discern mist from shadow so she drove cautiously. Her stomach dropped as she discerned the flashing lights of an ambulance speeding up behind her, its siren on full blast. Danae slowed with the rest of the traffic and pulled over to the side of the road where the leaves had piled up like confetti after Mardi Gras. When she saw the ambulance stop in front of Miz Trent’s house Danae began to pray. “Please don’t let it be more bad news,” she whispered. She parked and decided to leave the goodies in the car until she knew what was going on. Walking across the street to the yard, she called to the sandy-haired detective. “Captain, is Miz Trent okay?” He looked up and flashed her a brief smile. “Sorry, you can’t come any further here. It’s still a crime scene. But to answer your question, Miz Trent was having some anxiety this morning while we were working so we called the ambulance for her. What are you doing here so early?” “I’ve brought your team some croissants and coffee,” she said. “Let me just go back over to my car to get them.” The investigator ducked under the tape and walked towards her, “I’ll help you with that kind of burden any time. I’ll bet you want to trade the goodies for information, too, right?” Danae gave a little laugh, “well, yes. I’d be lying like Pinnochio if I said no to that.” As they lifted the goodies from the seat of the car he responded, “I can tell you because this is a very old skeleton. It looks like the money and the bones have been there for as long as the house has been. Miz Trent came here as a young bride at the end of the war in 1945 and her husband’s family had already been living in the house for years. She’s trying to remember whether anyone ever told a story that would help fill things in. Right now she’s entertaining my youngest officers with all kinds of rabbit trails.” He smiled, “it’s good for them to learn how to listen and she’s having a great time, so I’ll let it go on for a while longer. At least until I’ve had a couple more of these delicious croissants. Where did you pick them up?” Danae drew back, offended. “I picked them up off my countertop where they’d cooled after I baked them! I’m a pastry chef.” His eyes crinkled with laughter, “I’m just pulling your chain. These are too good to be store bought!”

Next week's Ten Word Challenge: Incensed, sidewinder, bogus, conniption, Haz-mat, conniving, customize, perforated, zeal, rolling off a log


And for the mini: abstemious, chlorophyll, origami, cheerleader, dung beetle

7 comments :

Dr.John said...

Charly- A nice warm fuzzy story . It made me feel good.
Kit- Another fantastic poem. I just wish I had your talent.
Blogger- The story goes on and becomes more interesting. Perhaps, a little romance brewing alongside the mystery. Your writing makes it all seem reL.

Akelamalu said...

Loved all three but the first one was my favourite - I could smell the coffee! :)

Raven said...

Charly - you created such a warm wonderful scene... lovely.

Kit - you always have such a good moral to your poems

Blogger - I'm looking forward to the unraveling of your new mystery - and the new romance.

Fandango said...

Charly- Cute but unreal story. You know human Doctors never make house calls.But it'
s still a good story.
Kit- Your poems always amaze us. We pound on those words, we toss them back and forth and never see what you see.
Blogger-Tasty story with good food in it. But don't ruin it now with that icky romance stuff.
Good story.

Argent said...

@Charly - this was a delightfully painted scene, so lyrical and touching.

@Kit - A timely reminder and an artfully-constructed nudge. Your poems are a delight.

@Blogger - I'm so pleased you're continuing this story. I like the warmth you give your characters, they come across as people I'd like to know. Are you laying the seeds of romance in episode 2 already?

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

I loved both stories, but i think my favourite was the poem

Excellent

Stephen said...

Charly's story had a very nice atmosphere, and it was easy to picture being there. I know of a doctor who made a house call, back in the 1950s when I was a little kid. He came to give me a shot, but I hid under the bed and wouldn't come out.

Kit's poem, about the homeless people, some of them former soldiers unable to find work, was a touching reminder that these people exist, and need our help.

The Blogger's new episode in the story was a good continuation of it, and Danae's food sounded good. They say the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so she may find the detective spending a lot of time with her. I also liked how Miz Trent was keeping the investigators occupied with her stories.

Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA
http://stephen-has-spoken.blogspot.com/