Aw, well, so.

 

Aw, so, ye caught me, yer ol’ man and ol’ wit ruby cheeks.

 

Too many pints of Harp. Faded memories, I dinna know wha' dey were.

 

Send me your laughter , lass.  Give me a kiss and take flight wit yer fairy wings. 

Ah, girl, do ye have any tobac for me píope??  

 

 Aw, well, so.                                                                                                                                             

      On wi’ ye.

 

 

 

The underlined words are the Wed. Words, first started by Delores, back in 2016. She handed off the baton onto volunteers. This one is from 12 years ago. We lived in Ireland in the mid-80s and the language 

Fred at Rick's Coffee

 

Heavy silence fell when an elderly man with a cane came in to buy a coffee.  The customers in Rick’s Coffee remembered him well.  Oh yes, they remembered him.

He called himself “Fred”, but no one ever knew his true identity.  An air of inaccessibility surrounded him, which was just the way Fred liked it.  All that anyone knew was that Fred was superb at tracking. Did something like that in his military days. Animals or people, Fred was on their trail while foot prints were still wet.

Some said Fred could find a mosquito hiding in a free standing rotting tree, during a raging sand storm.

When “Fred” left, walking slowly with his cane, all exhaled. They had not wanted a repeat of the last time he came for coffee.

No.  They did not want that.

 

The italicized underlined Wednesday words are courtesy of River, who was handed the baton from Wed. Words writing challenges, Delores from Under the Porch light. This post is from 2015, along with the sentence prompt.