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.
I decided 9 months ago to take my words and create a continuing story and today that story continues with Life In A Small Town Part Nine. You can find part one here, part two here, part three here, part four here , part five here, part six here and part seven, and part eight here. I hope you enjoy it!
My words are:
lime ~ frame ~ politely ~ repurposed ~ welcome ~ pedestrians
They were submitted by my friend Tamara at: https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
Jimmy stood outside the nursery staring at the welcome sign knowing he was anything but. “I guess I better get this over with,” he thought to himself. He opened the door wishing he could silence that stupid little bell that announced everyone that came through. Nobody was up front when he walked in so he automatically headed for the back. He’d been coming here for years, but for the last two, he hadn’t exactly been welcome hell, he was probably considered public enemy #1. He couldn’t blame them for it. He knew that he deserved everything they had to dish out, but not this latest trouble. He hadn’t been anywhere near here and he had an alibi to prove it. Not that Marianne would ever believe it.
He still loved her, hell, he’d never stopped, even when he was running away from all his responsibilities and breaking her heart. He’d known it was a mistake. Still, he’d done it, more out of boredom than anything else. He had grown tired of worrying about bills and braces and Debbie had made him feel like such a man. Something that Marianne had forgotten along the way. He knew he’d been a lousy husband, but he still loved Marianne and they did have kids, so to his way of thinking they should start over…for the kids’ sakes.
He walked back through the double doors as he had so many times over the years. He’d put in back-breaking hours in this little shop because it had been what Marianne had wanted. What about what he had wanted? That didn’t seem to matter. Of course, Marianne getting pregnant before they were even out of high school hadn’t helped the situation any. He still remembered looking down the wrong end of her daddy’s shotgun when he’d found out. He had to chuckle at the memory.
Before the door could swing shut behind him he was hit on the side of his head by something large and heavy. He fell back against the door frame rubbing his head. “What the hell…” he said grabbing his forehead checking for blood while looking around the little stock room. “Get the hell out of here before I shoot you!” Marianne screamed at him holding that same exact shotgun that still belonged to her daddy. “Marianne, damn it! Why’d you do that for?” “Who do you think you are just waltzing in here like you’re an invited guest. If daddy where here he would have blown that bowling ball straight off your shoulders! Now get!”
“Look, Marianne, I know you think I’m the cause of all of the trouble around here, but you can ask the Sheriff. I have an alibi. I wasn’t even in town last week.” “I bet you were. Why were you hiding out in the fields spying on us? You need to stay away from us!” She screamed as she threw the wireframe of the wreath she had been working on. He ducked quick enough to dodge the latest missile. “You can’t keep me away from my kids like this, Marianne.” “Oh, like you were so worried about them the whole year you were gone. You should have thought about it back then.” “You know I love my kids and I want to see them.” She had grabbed the phone, “tell it to the judge Jimmy! They aren’t going anywhere with you. Hello, Sheriff, this is Marianne. Jimmy is here causing problems again. Yep, I’ll tell him.” As she hung up the phone she smiled sweetly, “he said you should be gone before he gets here.” “This is far from over Marianne,” he said as he turned and walked back through the swinging doors. Marianne melted against the counter. She couldn’t’ believe he had fallen for that.
“Hey, Marianne? Your dad said you’d be down here.” “Who the hell are you?” She heard Jimmy ask. Oh shit, she thought as she pushed herself off of the counter following Jimmy through the double doors. “Uh, who are you?” Michael said. “I’m Marianne’s husband.” “You’re my ex-husband and you’re about to become an ex-con if you don’t get the hell off of my property,” Marianne said pushing him in the back with the shotgun. Michael punched Jimmy in the jaw as soon as the words were out. “That was for fucking up my car.” Jimmy hit a row of shelves and crashed to the ground, but immediately jumped back up and started swinging.
They fought over plants and seeds destroying everything in their wake. Out of desperation Marianne walked to the front door and fired a shot. Luckily, there were no pedestrians walking across the parking lot.”I said knock it off,” she screamed. “Jimmy get out and don’t come back around here again!” “Come on Marianne is was this asshole’s fault.” She fired another shot and he was gone. She turned around facing a furious Michael. “Why did you have to go and do that? I was just getting started.” He said rubbing his swinging hand. “Did you hurt yourself?” She asked. “Of course, not,” he said.
He looked around at the destruction that he had caused in her beautiful little shop. “Oh Marianne, I’m so sorry. I’ll replace everything.” “Don’t worry about it. I can repurpose a lot of this stuff,” Marianne told him. “The rest…I’ll bill you for,” She laughed. “How about if we clean this up and then go across the street for an ice cold Corona?” He asked her politely, suddenly nervous about being alone with her. “Throw in the lime and you’ve got a deal,” she said smiling, “by the way you have a hell of a right hook.”
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.
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen http://www.bookwormkitchen.com/
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Part-Time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/