This is week 75 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. I had an awful, awful, awful time with this weeks words. I mean awful. Hope the rest of you did better.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: reluctant, sacrilege, territory, humiliating, master of ceremonies, gesture, dirty deed, crumbling, thaw, token For the mini challenge: official portrait, personal bank account, shoulder bone, unbearable, widow
My 10 word:
It feels like sacrilege to be as reluctant as I am at the moment to do wordzzles this week. I am, after all, the mistress/master of ceremonies, so to speak. This is my territory and it feels humiliating to have my creative energy crumbling away like this. Anyway, this dirty deed, token gesture of 10-word is all I can come up with until my brain and spirit thaw from whatever is troubling me.
For Widow Margaret Johansenn the pain of her loss - even after all these months - remained almost unbearable. Today was the unveiling of the official portrait that had been begun just before the accident which killed George and left her with little more than bruises and a broken shoulder bone. Cynics thought she had married him for his personal bank account, but they were wrong. She had loved him with her whole being. Not that she didn't enjoy being rich. Money was nice. But George had been nicer.
And the maxi:
Climbing over crumbling rocks outside his tiny cabin in the Northwest Territory, George Johansenn felt liberated and free in the isolation and beauty of this retreat. While he waited for the Spring thaw, he rested and read and contemplated the radical choice he had made four months earlier. He had reluctantly realized that the life he had been living had become unbearable. The commissioning of an official portrait had been the final straw for him. The burden of his responsiblities had felt overwhelming. Quitting was not an option. It would have been humiliating, a sacrilege to the altar of family honor. So he had decided that he would have to die... or at least seem to die. He had planned his death with great care, leaving a substantial personal bank account and estate for his "widow," whom he deeply loved. He had It was a measure of the depth of his despair that he had been able to leave her behind. The only thing that had gone wrong with his plan was that she too had been injured. Luckily it was only a broken shoulder bone. She would recover, he was sure. He had hated to cause her grief but he knew the life ahead would not suit her and he wanted her to be happy. In token of his love he had sent a puppy for her to love and which he hoped would comfort her in her grief. He had hated hurting her, but it had felt like his only choice. Now he had to put it all behind him. The dirty deed was done, gestures of love made and there was no turning back. He was master of ceremonies for his own future and free of both old burdends and joys.
For the mini challenge: deep in the forest, government, charming, heirlooms, flabbergasted
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