Use Your Words: October 10th, 2014

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: school ~ fall ~ red Solo cup ~ flabbergasted ~ laundry

They were submitted by: Eileens Perpetually Busy

This is a continuation from my last Use Your Words blog.

Marge laid on the godforsaken uncomfortable gurney, though the awkward neon colored lights tried to distract her, the only thing she could think of was the fall.

It was her fault.

She was lucky, if you could call it that, because she only broke her left leg, her collar bone, and a few ribs. She had extensive bruising which colored her once pale skin deep purples and blues, reminding her of the lake on a beautiful fall night. She had some gashes over the tired skin she had worn for many years without once finding injury like this that were tied up neatly with strong stitches. Those stitches forced her swollen, reddened skin together, forcing the two ends that were rudely parted back together again, making a promise that they could heal, that they would heal. She stared at the stitches, wondering how her husband was doing, hoping that they would be brought back together shortly and that they could heal together as well.

She had always believed it was a clichéd thought that memories and moments pass before your eyes right before you die or before you think you are going to die, but now she knew better. During the too-fast, excruciating descent, she found herself being drawn to moments she had forgotten over the years. She was brought back to the moment Grady had proposed to her and how they had spent all night making love.

She remembered the look of sheer happiness on his face when she told him she was pregnant with Clara and then the same beautiful reaction when she told him she was pregnant with Ellie. He did not even bat an eye even though they had struggled financially, that just made him accept the position in the stinky factory where he would work and retire from.

The memories started dancing and whirling before her eyes as terror shot through her body and the wind and the pain of the fall accentuated every moment more clearly. The time she was doing laundry and put too much soap in and it overflowed and instead of getting angry, her husband, her Grady, asked her to dance in the white, wet fluffy bubbles. The girls first day of school. The moment their sweet dog Angel was hit and killed by the next door neighbor. The time Grady hugged her tightly and told her they had saved enough money to open her own shoppe. When they came home to find the girls throwing a party and their house was littered with those stupid red solo cups. The Christmas when she realized the girls were grown up, they were barely home because they had their families and engagements to visit and attend.

The damn moment that flabbergasted her when her foot somehow began to slip, she felt the unsteady ground give way and her little shriek alerted Grady who instead of keeping his feet firmly planted reached out for her and they began their treacherous tumble down Machu Picchu.

As she was lying on her back staring at the pale green walls, she wondered about her Grady and how he was doing. She vowed right there and then, she would never reminisce in the fashion way ever again if she could help it. She wanted to be involved only in the present, she wanted to know what was going on, what to expect. She wanted to know what the hell was going on with her husband.

Just as she was about to beckon for some help, a young gentleman dressed in navy scrubs came in her room, "You are Mrs. Lancaster yes? You need to come with me now. I need to take you to your husband. I will roll your bed. We go now".

As the young man came around the bed, his eyes were telling her something but she wasn't sure she was ready to hear…

Please check out the other wonderful brave bloggers who joined in today for the challenge of Using The Words:

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

Baking In A Tornado
Spatulas on Parade
Stacy Sews and Schools
Follow me home
Battered Hope
The Bergham's Life Chronicles
Evil Joy Speaks
The Momisodes
Someone Else’s Genius
Confessions of a part-time working mom
Crumpets an Bollocks
Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
Eileen’s Perpetually Busy


  1. OMG! I love that you are continuing this story!!!!! :D

    LOVE IT!!

    1. Thanks Stacy! Lol, I'm invested now I have to!

  2. Oh man, a cliffhanger! I'll be back next month, lol!

    1. Lol. Thanks for the words to keep this story alive!!

  3. You can't stop there!!
    Jen, you have a gift. I was experiencing the Lancaster's past right with them.
    Don't let Grady die, dear author...

    1. Thank you Michele, we'll pick back up next promises for what happens ;-)

  4. Tell her what??? Okay, I'll be back to see.

  5. I guess I'm definitely signing up for next month's use your words just to make sure I remember to come back to read the rest of this story. If Grady is still alive, would love to see his memories of Marge.

  6. Thank you for continuing the story!

  7. You have me on the edge of my seat . . . biting my nails.

  8. Ack! You did it to me again!

    Grady had a much better reaction than TBG. When I told him I was pregnant with our first child together (second for me), he said Oh sh--. I think we're both still saying that. :)


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