Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!
Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom. The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture as a writing exercise. When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read. Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here. This is #30!
Here is my picture and story for this Wednesday:
I had watched her walking, her shoes worn and her face almost invisible under the hood of her jacket. Routinely, she would emerge from the forest and make her way to the local grocery for some supplies, which she then toted back into the forest, following some invisible path. What was her story? I had asked this question many times, but no one wanted to talk about her. They said she was a witch, a crazy person, and to stay away from her.
But on this particular day, I decided to follow her. Keeping a safe distance, I kept her in sight as I walked through the briers and brambles, the thorns tearing at my pants. We seemed to have walked for more than a mile before I saw the shack up ahead. Windows were broken out and the door stood open with no visible way of closing it. She stopped and looked behind her, as though she had heard me, and I ducked behind a tree. Silence. No sound around me or from the house.
Quickly, I made my way to the side of the cabin, staying low and hopefully out of sight. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid she would hear it. What would she do if she saw me? I closed my eyes tightly, imagining all sorts of persecution for my snooping. Slowly I raised up so that my eyes were just over the sill of the window. A fire was burning in the hearth across the room, and I saw her shadow as she moved about the cabin. Then suddenly she turned toward the window, her eyes fierce and her finger pointed in my direction. "Go away and don't come back!" she shouted as she ran toward me.
I turned and ran for all I was worth back through the forest to where I had entered. I thought she was chasing me, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I went to bed that night, there were thoughts of the old woman and how she might come to find me in the night. And I still don't know her story, do you?
Have a wonderful Wednesday. I look forward to your stories!