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.
Touching , very touching.
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Thank you, Paul. I was hoping to pull at some “strings”😊
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OMG! This actually brought tears! Holy Moses…baton toss to exactly the right person!!! CATCH!
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Then my writing mission was accomplished😁
Thank you my friend…
Got it!!
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nice. engaging and very visual with a surprise ending. well six’d
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Thank you very much!
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This was a very poignant SSS for me. I remember when I learned that the giant cottonwood tree down by a creek where I had played as a child had fallen during the historic Columbus Day storm in our state. It was then that I learned how attached one can become to a tree.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it Pat. Oh, my goodness! I just googled giant cottonwood trees. They’re huge! And so beautiful. It may sound strange to some people that one could become attached to a tree but they are living things and unique and are shelter for so many creatures.
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Great perspective for showing the loss. Trees matter!
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Thank you! I wasn’t sure I could write well enough without being obvious 🙂
They do!!
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Such a loss. Well told!
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Thank you Mimi 🙂
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I was a tree climber as a child. My best friend and I made a house in the tree, not a tree house, but different branches and crooks that were rooms to us. It was a mansion to us!
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Why am I not surprised lol
That sounds totally…awesome! Some trees just seem to be made for small bodies to hang out in😁
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Aauugghh! No, not a tree! ~sob~ Nice six. My thanks to Ivy, and thank you for catching the baton. And I raise my hand about this week full of Mondays! Pah.
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I know😣
Thank you Deborah.
My pleasure!
Alright then. I’ve got company. Good thing is, this is the last Monday of the week😉
Here’s to the weekend!!!
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Ah, that’s a lovely and sad tale. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much Lisa!
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Beautifully written and so sad. I thought at first that it was going to be her father but a tree was perfect for the story.They can mean so many different things to different people. Thank you for taking on the baton. Nice to know that SSS will continue.
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Thank you Irene. The metaphor began simply enough and then I realized from whose perspective I needed to write 😀
You are very welcome! I’m glad that Zoe has confidence to pass me that baton 🙂
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This story resonated with me so strongly, I also had a special tree spirit friend growing up who knew all my secrets and sorrows, and the few times I returned home after that I was always eager to visit him, and sit with my back against his strong trunk once again. The last time I returned home many years later he was gone, uprooted to make home for land development, but I remember him in my heart.
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How sad to loose your friend 😦 It is all too often the story – cut down to make way for new homes or shopping centers, etc.
But at least your fond memories are well rooted in your heart 🙂
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