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: lake ~ ride ~ tribe ~ write ~ serene
They were submitted by: My good friend Karen from BakingInATornado.com
Fourteen months ago I created Marianne & Jimmy in Life In A Small Town and today that story continues with Life In A Small Town Part Ten. You can find part one here, part two here, part three here, part four here, part five here, part six here and part seven, part eight here, and part nine here, part ten, part 11, part 12, part 13 here! I sincerely hope you enjoy it!
Michael drove through town like he’d driven a million times over the last week since Marianne had been taken. Trying to find a clue any little thing that would lead him to her. He still thought that Jimmy had something to do with it. Even hired a private investigator to follow him, but so far nothing!
He decided to ride around the lake, he noticed how serene it looked. Could Marianne be in there? Could someone have killed her and thrown her body into the lake? He didn’t notice the tears running down his face. He hadn’t realized exactly how much she meant to him until she was gone. He knew he was interested in her, he loved her kids, she was kind and beautiful. Why hadn’t he told her he loved her? Why had he waited so long? Now, it may too late. He made a promise to himself when, not if, when they got her back he was going to tell her exactly how he felt about her.
They say that as you grow you ultimately find your own tribe in life and he knew in his heart that this family, that girl, those kids, hell even her parents were what he’d been looking for all of his life. He just had to find her. He headed back to Marianne’s parents’ house hoping that someone had had more success than he had.
Marianne’s mother and father were seated at the dining room table when Michael walked in. They looked up expectantly and as he shook his head he noticed both of their shoulders drop. They seemed to be aging right before his very eyes. He was worried about them. Hell, he was worried about everybody. How in the world would they go on without her? “What’s that?” Michael asked looking at the sheet of paper on the table. “The Sherriff asked us to write a plea for help for the paper and news outlets. He’s hoping somebody saw something. He’s opened a tip line and everything.”
A Deputy came running in through the front door. “We’ve had contact with the kidnapper,” he said. “As you know we’ve been intercepting your mail and it came today.” “Well, what did it say?” The three asked in unison. “It says that we’ll never find her and she is getting exactly what she deserves. Whatever that means. We’re taking it downtown for clues. Fingerprints and anything else we can find.” Marianne’s mom put her head in her hands and wept.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 15!
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://www.bakinginatornado.com
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/