Post 1598. Thursday September 7
Six Sentence Stories
I apologise in advance if you get stuck with a certain nursery rhyme going round and round in your head!
He peered out of the window and it was raining, pouring.
‘I’ll have an early night’ thought the old man as he downed the last of his whisky.
His ancient joints clicked and crunched as he heaved himself to his feet then as he bent to massage his aching knees he bumped his head on the side-table.
‘Ouch,’ he said rubbing the swelling on his brow.
He climbed beneath the sheets and was contentedly snoring in seconds, however, a few minutes later the only sound to be heard was the rain hammering on the windowpane.
He didn't get up in the morning.
This week, the cue word at Six Sentence Stories is Joint.
Tragic! But what a way to go...assuming he NEVER got UP!ReplyDelete
Sadly not Paul!Delete
A sad but yet gentle way to go.ReplyDelete
The bump on the noddle wasn't paticuarly gentle but his departure certainly was!Thanks mimi.Delete
Now you have me wondering how that nursery rhyme got started. I'll have to Google it. Of course, now that I know the origin of 'Ring around the Roses', I cringe every time my grandson wants to sing it.ReplyDelete
Haha! I know how you feel!Delete
Wasn't that about the Black Plague? ...sorry, I was talking to Denise, up there...lolReplyDelete
nursery rhymes! ayiee ("Well, you're young, immature humans who've had little contact with the natural risks and dangers of the world. Let me tell you some stories so you don't get bored to death with dreams of happiness... lets crank that fear up!")
That's a bit dark Clark!Delete
Yes, the plague. What a wonderful song, lol.Delete
thank you Keith! no, serially, nursery rhymes, fairy tales, collectively they're enough to make you believe in the Illuminati! lol (one of my favorite book, 'the Illuminates Trilogy' by Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea)Delete
Denise: weird the information that sticks to us as we travel the internet... was it something to do with the discoloration that was part of the terminal stages or, (even stranger) something about flowers utilized by the people who took away the dead.
I really must seek out that book!Delete
A good build up to the ending.ReplyDelete
Thank you ReenaDelete
Beautifully written . That must have been the story behind that rhyme and it did go round and round in my head during the reading, in an interesting sort of way.ReplyDelete
It's one those rhymes! Cheers moon.Delete
The most peaceful rest for the ancient joints. A poetic end!ReplyDelete
Warm and touchy take on the prompt! Loved it!
-Anagha from Team Mocktailmommies
So pleased you liked it AnaghaDelete
Hi Keith - that brought back memories ... well the song - not the chap with the moustache! I cajoled my brothers into singing that song as we biked, and tricyled our way round our house for 'hours' on end ... until my parents came out and guess what ... told us to 'shut up' ... well the old boy went happily ... and now thank goodness it's a sunny day - makes such a difference ... cheers HilaryReplyDelete
Parents can be so boring can't they? Thanks HilaryDelete
I could hear his ancient joints clicking and crunching. Love your writing So sad though that he never rose from the bed againReplyDelete
At least he went with a look of contentment on his face! Cheers MarjaDelete
Sad that he had to go, but that's the way to do it!ReplyDelete
Way to go! Thanks DeborahDelete