Wednesday, January 02, 2019

Words for Wednesday

This month's Words for Wednesday is hosted by Lissa

Please visit her blog and participate if you get the urge.

1. beginning*
2. new year*
3. wonder*
4. ritual*
5. kiss*
6. faith*

And/or
1. seven*
2. remember*
3. adventure*
4. miles*
5. 88*
6. heart*
She, an old woman now, could still remember the wonder and adventure of it all as if it were yesterday. The start of the family new year began in July. The school year was over and Papa was an atheist along with being a mathematician and believed they should measure years in how long humans had been on planet earth. Two hundred thousand years. So New Year for their family, he and mama and all seven of their children, was 200,000 years plus the 42 he and Mama were alive. All these religions, he would state, have their own calendars based on births of their gods. We need a calendar that makes sense to our family.

In the beginning of the year 200,042 they set off on their first 88 mile trip to the heart of the Algonquins. Papa had bought a small cabin on a knoll overlooking the wonder of lakes and trees. They all set to work, even Derry, the youngest who was only 2 then. Chopping trees and digging foundations, fitting windows and doors, this ritual to continue year after year until by the year 200,060, it was all complete, a sprawling structure with a wraparound screened porch and steps going down to the lake where they swam and boated all summer long and where grandchildren would also eventually come to live permanently away from the New World Order.

It was now the year of 200,142, the centennial. Her youngest granddaughter was sitting beside her and leaned in to kiss her soft cheek.

Oh Granny, she said softly, looking out over the richly planted grounds and lake, great-grand papa had such vision and faith for his family and to keep us safe for ever and ever.

Well, for remaining life on this planet, said her grandmother, sighing inwardly, for she knew it was the eve of destruction and the promised rapture broadcast everywhere was just a myth.

14 comments:

  1. this is kind of hopeful and kind of sad at the same time. good use of the prompts.

    happy new year!

    & have a lovely day.

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  2. This is lovely. Hooray for those with vision. And energy.

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  3. An interesting way to count the years and a well told story to fit. I don't think I could count the years that way, I'd get confused, not knowing exactly when humans began.

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    1. And yet our multiple ways don't make much sense either. No ongoing sense of the length of human experience and times on the planet?

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  4. Lol we both have grannies and their grandchildren on our mind today - I enjoyed your tale of a granny who lived in a different time and place. Mine had trouble remembering something that happened only a few years previously.

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    1. Oh I must now go and read your story, Cathy! Thank you for the kind words!

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  5. Well done! No matter how well we plan, though, i fear for our survival.

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  6. Yes me too. It looms closer every day.
    And thank you!

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  7. Oh, I love a bit of sci-fi, WWW, and your story works beautifully!

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  8. Good, but sad too at the end. You have made me want to read more short stories it has been a while. Thanks!

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    1. I must up a few more of my shorter stories on this blog Candace.

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