WedWord: Adventures of Lord James St. John

Kansas City Library

David wandered through the library, seeing if any book caught his eye.  So many, so little interest.  He picked up Boy Scout First Aid, letting it open to any page, and then reading aloud. “Apply….an-ti-sep-tic…What...” he tossed it on the table. Enough Boy Scouts for me.

Another book flipped open, and David began reading. 

“…entombed in sand, boxed in by towering columns, Lord James St. John had to quell the feeling of doom.”
  

Well, that’s not bad.

Petra

David found a chair and stretched out, his feet resting on the library table.  Enjoy yourself, enjoy air conditioning. 

“St. John stepped forward, immediately caught by a net, work of an ancient civilization….This whole trip had been a big gamble, he had known from the start.

“With just a few cuts in the decaying rope, James St. John tumbled down into a cavern, dark and dank after many centuries.  A cobwebbed torch was visible on the craggy walls, and he struck a match….

"Ahead was a pedestal, on which stood the object of his search…a beam of light streaming from overhead upon it...

Oh, no.  Really?  Really?

Does this look familiar?

But on David read.  “St. John retrieved a counterfeit item from his battered leather bag to replace the treasure.  Snatching the treasure and swiftly setting the fake, St. John chuckled as he beheld the ancient jug.”

Wait for it…wait for it…

“James St. John raised the jug up into the light.  It was truly a hideous but opulent object, with amber and bone chips inset in the priceless gold.  Then the ground rumbled beneath him, with…”

Well, Jimmy boy, happy trails…David tossed the book on the carpet and left.

Every Wednesday, River posts 6 to 12 words to be used by any blogger who wish to enjoy a break from the serious stuff.  Use these words to write fiction, prose, poetry, flash fiction, etc.  Either post it on your own site and link it back to River's delightful gentle stream, or make your addition to her blog site comment section.

The bold words above are this week's words.  Hope you enjoyed how they were used.

Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took up the slack when Delores' computer went all wonky.
Go on, with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!

Who Was She?

Who was she? 

Susan slowly unfolded the unfinished quilt in Grandpa’s Antique Store and then gasped.  An experienced quilter would have to gasp at this rare find; no other response would have done it justice.

Fabrics from seven decades flowed along carefully stitched seams.  Curved elegantly and precisely pointed, this simple quilt top spoke of its creator. 

Tiny even stitches...

Who was she?

Flipping the pieced fabric revealed tiny even hand-stitches, done patiently and without hesitation.  The knots were tight, almost invisible.

“Look!” Susan called to her husband, who was handling rusted knives and axes.  “See this!”  She ran her fingers long the flowing ‘Apple Core’ design. 

“Uh, huh…” John answered, glancing briefly at the cascading fabric.

Carefully planned color flow...See how the points meet and the line travels ...

“See how she considered the colors and the designs!  Pink moves to pink and gray floral, moves to gray and blue, then to blue and yellow!  It is…”

But John had moved on to bronze casted statues.

Who was she?  How could she ever let this go?  Who would dare to give it away to be sold?

Pink floral, to pink, to black to blue...So much thought was given to this...

‘Forty-dollars!  Only forty dollars?’ Susan gathered and reverently folded the quilt. 

Forty-dollars for a masterpiece. 

The masterpiece is being quilted by more capable hands than mine.  In a few weeks, I will bring it to my home.