Saturday, May 3, 2008
I set aside work for a bit to tackle this week’s wordzzle. It always makes me feel better, I find it so relaxing. Thanks Raven! Go check out Raven’s Nest to read all the wordzzle posts and check out the words for next week’s challenge.
I have to get back to work now but I’ll be around to read all the other entries soon.
Ten Word Challenge: cranberry sauce, amber, laundry list, coffin, morning glory, shalom, mystery, sparrow hawk, pumpernickel, stained glass
Amber sat in the rabbi’s office and stared through the opening in the stained glass window. Every bit of her focus was directed at not thinking about Nana in her coffin in the next room. She felt so removed from the temple she had attended as a child but now a laundry list of emotions and memories came flooding back. The rabbi’s shawl was draped over his desk chair and she smiled at the color, she had always said it was cranberry sauce color and Nana would try to get her to say maroon. The thought of cranberry sauce brought the smell of Nana’s fresh baked pumpernickel bread into the room and Amber smiled again. The power of Nana’s spirit had always been a mystery to Amber; this tiny woman who barely spoke English yet touched the lives of everyone around her. The sound of a motor roused Amber from her thoughts and she saw the rabbi pulling into his parking space. He still drove the silly motorbike he had named Sparrow Hawk and this made Amber feel comforted; he would have no objection to helping her drape Nana’s coffin in the quilt she had made as a child. It was the color of morning glory and Nana had painstakingly helped Amber stitch Shalom into its center. Nana would be pleased.
And for the Mini Challenge: margarita, gum wrapper, spring fever, Darfur, lace
Lace sat at the corner table of the outdoor café sipping her second margarita. For weeks now she had blamed spring fever for her mood; this was no spring fever, this was a feeling of uselessness that overwhelmed her. The wind picked up as Lace finished her drink and fished around in the bottom of her bag for a twenty. A gum wrapper landed on her table and as she went to crumble it up the blood red writing caught her eye – “Save Darfur”.