The decades of living in their chaotic home revealed much about the three sisters. Being kept in confined spaces, their atmosphere was dank, the air was blue with trenchant yelling, turmoil, and cursing.
Beatrice, Grace, and Marilyn lived far away on the grid that was their village. Even more, the three were blind. Desperate people climbed the rocks to get help. All they needed, just this one thing, was the eye. The all important eye held answers.
At night, villagers shivered as the sisters sang the same dang song: Cackling, was the big number through the night, harmonizing hag-songs of their past. Grace complained, “We sang that one yesterday”.
That was when hell broke loose. The cauldron in which the eye floated was kicked over by Beatrice, sending the eye cascading. The three sisters screeched : “When the hurley-burley begins, love ends". Marilyn crooned the sonorous loudest, so she took off with the harmonies.
The village went to bed in silence. thankful for their existence. But was there any peace, quiet, safety? What do think? Are they safe?
This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Wednesday Words are provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. With Elephant's Child and other blogger volunteers, like Mother Owl's , //river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com/, we will find the challenges. Underlined words are of the words available. Let yourself go.
The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. My difficulty is using words that were just released. Grant me some forgiveness, greatness cannot be hurried.
