WFW - Blowing in the wind

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This weeks prompts are:

ancient, bedraggled, fortunate, cap, narrow, evaluate
and/or
arouse, frail, execute, herbs, unwieldy, dusty

I am going to conclude the story There you are that I started last Wednesday. Enjoy.

Blowing in the wind

Maggie reached her FRAIL hand out to pick up the diary from the nightstand, she always loved that diary, Jonathan won it for her in a silent auction just last year, or was it the year before?

The small diary was unusually UNWIELDY when she tried to lift it, and thumbing through the BEDRAGGLED pages was confusing because her diary was still new, how could it look so ANCIENT already. Jonathan wasn't going to like this, where is he anyway.

Maggie couldn't believe that he wasn't at the harvest festival earlier today, he sure didn't miss much, they had all the old people pushed together around a NARROW table, and Maggie right in the middle. They said all the food was homemade but I swear that chicken was the Colonels eleven HERBS and spices, she was telling the old lady beside her, when she AROUSEd the attention of the lady in a white suit, who came and took Maggie away from the festival, you would think they were going to EXECUTE her for complaining about the chicken.

Maggie found herself standing on the corner looking up at the stop sign, the street signs read Fifth and Maple, Maggie thought hard to EVALUATE whether she should go right or left. She stepped off the curb and walked straight across the road. Honk!! The car sat in the road blowing his horn, she stood in front of his bumper and shook her finger at him, he was FORTUNATE that Maggie was in a hurry or she'd give him a piece of her mind...people can be so rude she thought.

Maggie continued walking down the street, looking left and right, her house was here somewhere, then all of a sudden there it was. Maggie walked across the yard and noticed that it was overgrown, she would have to get Jonathan out here with his mower, he never lets it grow up like this.

She sat down on the DUSTY steps and pulled her diary out of her pocket, the worn pages were full of writing, and right in the middle was a newspaper clipping along with a picture of Jonathan, she loved that picture she took it last summer when they went down to the beach, Jonathan always looked good in that old tee-shirt and CAP.

Mrs. Smithson! someone called, but Maggie was busy looking at the pile of dead flower pedals lying on the step next to her, they had fallen from the dried out wreath hanging on the post above her head. Mrs. Smithson! look this way Mrs. Smithson.

Maggie looked back down at Jonathan's picture, Mrs. Smithson! She slid the picture aside and looked at the clipping. Why would she have something like this in her diary, a tear hit the page as she read the words, Jonathan Michael Smithson 80, passed away yesterday...my Jonathan ain't that old he won't think this is funny, I wonder who this old man with Jonathan's name is?

The Police officer lifted Maggie to her feet, Mrs. Smithson you need to come with me, Maggie saw the woman in the white suit standing with her hands on her hips at the end of the walkway.

As she was being pulled away, Maggie looked back at her home and saw that her diary was lying on the ground with the pages flapping in the wind, the newspaper clipping and picture of Jonathan were blowing across the yard. She reached her hand back towards the house and yelled Jonathan!!

(Alzheimer's and Dementia hits all our families in one way or another, we have had our share and I am not making light of the conditions here, just wanted to bring attention to it's cruelty...more happy stuff next time.)