WOO HOO got moved and had our first dinner. I made my favorite crock pot meal, beef stew!http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/2013/10/beef-stew.html
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.
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado
blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
com/ Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
com Southern Belle Charm
blogspot.ch Confessions of a part time working mom
com Never Ever Give Up Hope
com Someone Else’s Genius
blogspot.com Searching for Sanity
Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
blogspot.com/ The Bergham Chronicles
wordpress.com The Angrivated Mom
blogspot.com/ Eileen's Perpetually Busy
Your words are:cattle ~ cup ~ laundry ~ rain ~ cupboard
They were submitted by: http://eileensperpetuallybusy.
Pearl and William stood against the fence post watching the cattle enjoy the hay after the light morning rain. The laundry was flapping in the breeze and William stood looking handsome in the early morning light as he held his second cup of coffee. The cupboard was on the porch drying from a fresh scrubbing. The twins were playing tag and she could hear Cousin Sarah's children playing in the barn.
Cindy loved reading about her ancestors and their Amish life. WOW she still could not believe that Dillion was Amish! Dillion...on man! Their recent brush with the law had set her parents on a tangent that she would not soon forget.
Flash back: last installment: Before she had a chance to say she needed to go, the sheriff pulled up behind Dillion's car and flashed the blue lights. Fear, panic and absolute terror filled Cindy's heart.
After the sheriff pulled up he walked over the car.
"Cindy, what are you doing out here with this guy?" Sheriff Adam said.
"I, ugh, we are just talking Mr. Adam please don't tell my Daddy."
Sheriff Adam suppressed a smile and said, "IF you two get out of here RIGHT now, I'll keep quiet but young man, you DO know how old she is RIGHT?"
Dillion smiled, YES sir and we are NOT doing anything but talking, I promise.
Okay then, take her home and face her father like a man then before he calls me to pick you up. Now get out here!
And off the sped.
Upon arrival at the house, Cindy's dad was sitting on the porch and not looking happy at all. He stood as they approached the house. Before he could say a word, Dillion was on the porch hand extended and apology on his lips. He sat down and explained to her dad his past, and that they were just sitting and talking when the sheriff pulled up. Cindy sat and listened intently watching her dad the entire time.
After the talk, her dad sat her down and had a long talk. He set down some serious rules about the "friendship" she had developed with Dillion.
Dillion...she smiled remembering those eyes, those lips that she'd love to kiss, oh shoot...have to stop that train of thought. Maybe, just maybe he'd wait for her.