Weekly Blog Hop Story
It's that time again. I'm finding a pattern when I write these. I usually get four of the five words into my story rather easily, but there's always one word that gives me fits. Same thing happened this week. But, it's written and if you're interested in doing the same thing, here are the rules:
1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story
2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.
This week's mandatory words:
"Well, I don't know about this. That river worries me," Frank told his wife of eleven years as the couple gazed upon the slow-moving stream at their feet. He loved the thought of having a stream running next to the property they considered buying, but the brain inside the husband and father of two failed to stop considering the worse scenarios that could happen.
"Ah, relax!" Jane said laughing and slapping him lightly on his back as she took in a prime example of nature's beauty. "It'll be fun! You know, I grew up on a farm and we had a real river next to us, not like this running puddle." The moment she saw the water, she fought to resist the urge to take off her shoes and go wading in.
"Oh, another farm story to beat me over the head, eh?"
"Tired of them yet? Because I've got lots more." Jane turned her husband east to the undeveloped lot. "Just look at this place! It's perfect! There's room for a huge garden--which you want--and it's even zoned for horses!"
Frank assumed she would check the zoning for horses, something she had wanted ever since she moved from her childhood home in Idaho. He'd given in over the years with a hamster, a lizard, a cat, and finally a dog. Moving from the city to the country meant owning a horse was a very real possibility.
"I don't know...the boys are still young..."
"They're te and eight-years old. We can teach them to respect the water, and besides--it's safer than that busy street we live on now."
"That's true," Frank said still concerned.
"Honey," Jane said taking her husband by the hand and leading him to the water's edge. "I want you to image yourself as a little kid." She waved her hand in front of her. "This river can be an ocean, separating you from distant lands full of jungles, or pyramids, or even a camel."
Frank smiled at his wife.
"And imagine you finding some old boards and building a dock on this mighty ocean and pirates come to attack and you make a cannon out of that stump that you could anchor on the dock right there." She pointed to a spot her husband agreed would be perfect for just such a project.
"And you think if we build our dream house over there" he said pointing. "That our children will create this little dreamworld you're imagining? I mean, it sounds like a vision better suited on a greeting card, and they're not real." He winked at his wife.
"Hey!" Jane punched him. "I know they will! Give me a little credit. Card pictures got nothing on this!" She spread her arms wide. A look from Frank told her that she had won. She knew her family would be building their home beside the stream and that her children would know a world similar to the one she knew growing up.
Word Count: 500