Hi everyone. Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It’s late Wednesday evening. I got caught up watching Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse. A bit of silly fun to take the edge off a Monday kinda Wednesday. Was texting earlier this eveing with Zoe of Uncharted, our exiting, baton tossing hostess of this most excellent blog hop, Six Sentence Stories, and happened to mention to her how everyday so far this week, seemed like a Monday. She concurred 🙂 Raise your hand if you’ve been having that kind of a week too 😀
Anyway, didn’t think I’d have anything written in time to contribute to the Six Sentence Story hop but, despite the weirdness and Mondayedness lingering around since, well Monday, here I am.
Zoe’s rules are few. She asks that we use her cue word, in some form or fashion, tense or conjugation, in a story, poem, wip or musing that consists of 6 sentences. No more. No less.
So what do you think? Join us? Excellent! See you there 🙂 btw, cue word is “Crane“.
He had always been there, tall, strong, protection from whatever storm I might have been weathering.
From earliest childhood, my memories were as steadfast as the earth and rooted deeply in my love for him.
My friend, my protector. Even before the time came for me to leave the nest, I felt the pangs of inevitable, unavoidable, loss and separation.
Worried that he would not survive until the day of my return, I flew in the face of instinct and began my journey back to him.
Approaching from the east, soaring on wings of anticipation, I looked towards the far end of the town park, my heart lurching as I watched a huge metal crane lift the body of my friend, my protector, and place him unceremoniously on the flatbed of a logging truck.