Wednesday Words: Lucille

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All that Lucille had loved, collected, and cherished was gone in a flash.  The first edition prints, her collections of dried flowers indigenous to the prairie, and even the earliest collectible Troll© dolls were destroyed in a blaze of white hot heat.

Her dismay hemmed her in so tightly that Lucille could scarcely breathe.  Only the ringing of the dinner triangle from the bunkhouse broke through her shock. It was then that she realized that she still had her battered jeep and plastic/credit cards.

All was not lost after all.

P. S. Again, kudos to Delores @Under the Porch Light for again stumping some of the most brilliant minds in all Christendom with her wily words.  Please access her site by clicking on the peaceful stream on the right sidebar.  This will lead you to some awesome writers.